Love’s very pain is sweet, But its reward is in the world divine Which, if not here, it builds beyond the grave.
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEYThere is a harmony in autumn, and a luster in its sky, which through the summer is not heard or seen, as if it could not be, as if it had not been!
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There is no disease, bodily or mental, which adoption of vegetable diet, and pure water has not infallibly mitigated, wherever the experiment has been fairly tried.
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Strange thoughts beget strange deeds.
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It is only by softening and disguising dead flesh by culinary preparation that it is rendered susceptible of mastication or digestion, and that the sight of its bloody juices and raw horror does not excite intolerable loathing and disgust.
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O, wind, if winter comes, can spring be far behind?
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The young moon has fed Her exhausted horn With the sunset’s fire.
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Then black despair, The shadow of a starless night, was thrown Over the world in which I moved alone.
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When a thing is said to be not worth refuting you may be sure that either it is flagrantly stupid – in which case all comment is superfluous – or it is something formidable, the very crux of the problem.
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This lake exceeds anything I ever beheld in beauty.
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All love is sweet Given or returned. Common as light is love, And its familiar voice wearies not ever.
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Poets are the hierophants of an unapprehended inspiration; the mirrors of the gigantic shadows which futurity casts upon the present.
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I have made my bed In charnels and on coffins, where black death Keeps record of the trophies won.
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When a man marries, dies, or turns Hindu, his best friends hear no more of him.
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Fate, Time, Occasion, Chance, and Change? To these All things are subject but eternal love.
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Love withers under constraints: its very essence is liberty: it is compatible neither with obedience, jealousy, nor fear.
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It is not a merit to tolerate, but rather a crime to be intolerant.
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