John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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Percy Bysshe Shelley. (1792–1822) (continued) |
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A lovely lady, garmented in light From her own beauty. |
The Witch of Atlas. Stanza 5. |
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Music, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory; Odours, when sweet violets sicken, Live within the sense they quicken. |
Music, when soft Voices die. |
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I love tranquil solitude And such society As is quiet, wise, and good. |
Rarely, rarely comest Thou. |
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Sing again, with your dear voice revealing A tone Of some world far from ours, Where music and moonlight and feeling Are one. |
To Jane. The keen Stars were twinkling. |
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The desire of the moth for the star, Of the night for the morrow, The devotion to something afar From the sphere of our sorrow. |
One Word is too often profaned. |
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You lie—under a mistake, 1 For this is the most civil sort of lie That can be given to a man’s face. I now Say what I think. |
Translation of Calderon’s Magico Prodigioso. Scene i. |
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How wonderful is Death! Death and his brother Sleep. |
Queen Mab. i. |
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Power, like a desolating pestilence, Pollutes whate’er it touches; and obedience, Bane of all genius, virtue, freedom, truth, Makes slaves of men, and of the human frame A mechanized automaton. |
Queen Mab. iii. |
Note 1. See Swift, Quotation 36. [back] |