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Percy Bysshe Shelley quotes about sleep

English Poet August 4, 1792 – July 8, 1822

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I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne, and yet must bear? Till death like sleep might steal on me And I might feel in the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. Percy Bysshe Shelley
Percy Bysshe Shelley quote: "Peace, peace! he is not dead, he doth not sleep - He hath..."
Peace, peace! he is not dead, he doth not sleep - He hath awakened from the dream of life Percy Bysshe Shelley
Percy Bysshe Shelley quote: "O weep for Adonis - He is dead." "Peace. He is not dead he..."
O weep for Adonis - He is dead." "Peace. He is not dead he doth not sleep - he hath wakened from the dream of life Percy Bysshe Shelley
Percy Bysshe Shelley quote: "Death is the veil which those who live call life; They sleep,..."
Death is the veil which those who live call life; They sleep, and it is lifted. Percy Bysshe Shelley
We rest; a dream has power to poison sleep. We rise; one wand'ring thought pollutes the day. We feel, conceive, or reason; laugh or weep, Embrace fond woe, or cast our cares away; It is the same: for, be it joy or sorrow, The path of its departure still is free. Man's yesterday may ne'er be like his morrow; Nought may endure but Mutability! Percy Bysshe Shelley
I have sent books and music there, and all / Those instruments with which high spirits call / The future from its cradle, and the past / Out of its grave, and make the present last / In thoughts and joys which sleep, but cannot die, / Folded within their own eternity. Percy Bysshe Shelley
I arise from dreams of thee. In the first sweet sleep of night, When the winds are breathing low, And the stars are shining bright. Percy Bysshe Shelley
Rise like Lions after slumber In unvanquishable number- Shake your chains to earth like dew Which in sleep had fallen on you Ye are many-they are few. Percy Bysshe Shelley

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