Sorrow Quotes by Percy Bysshe Shelley

11 Sorrow quotes by Percy Bysshe Shelley

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Percy Bysshe Shelley’s lyrical take on sorrow appears in eleven compact verses. The brevity makes it easy to absorb his romantic melancholy in a single sitting.

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As long as skies are blue, and fields are green Evening must usher night, night urge the morrow, Month follow month with…

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The pleasure that is in sorrow is sweeter than the pleasure of pleasure itself.

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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…

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I am gone into the fields To take what this sweet hour yields; Reflection, you may come to-morrow, Sit by the fireside…

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The Pilgrim of Eternity, whose fame Over his living head like heaven is bent, An early but enduring monument, Came, veiling all…

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Where art thou, beloved To-morrow? When young and old, and strong and weak, Rich and poor, through joy and sorrow, Thy sweet…

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[L]ike thee to those in sorrow, Comes to bid a sweet good-morrow To the rough year just awake In its cradle on…

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“We rest; A dream has power to poison sleep. We rise; One wandering thought pollutes the day. We feel, conceive, or reason;…

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One word is too often profaned For me to profane it, One feeling too falsely disdain'd For thee to disdain it. One…

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“And others came... Desires and Adorations, Winged Persuasions and veil'd Destinies, Splendours, and Glooms, and glimmering Incarnations Of hopes and fears, and…

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Sorrow, terror, anguish, despair itself are often the chosen expressions of an approximation to the highest good. Our sympathy in tragic fiction…

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The everlasting universe of things Flows through the mind, and rolls its rapid waves, Now dark--now glittering--now reflecting gloom-- Now lending splendour, where from…

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