The howl of self-interest is loud but the heart is black which throbs solely to its note.
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEYI love snow, snow, and all the forms of radiant frost.
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Away, away, from men and towns, To the wild wood and the downs, – To the silent wilderness, Where the soul need not repress Its music.
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History is a cyclic poem written by time upon the memories of man.
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Sometimes The Devil is a gentleman.
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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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Joy, once lost, is pain.
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Life may change, but it may fly not; Hope may vanish, but can die not; Truth be veiled, but still it burneth; Love repulsed, – but it returneth!
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O, wind, if winter comes, can spring be far behind?
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I pant, I sink, I tremble, I expire!
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I have drunken deep of joy, And I will taste no other wine tonight.
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There 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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Honour sits smiling at the sale of truth.
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Fate, Time, Occasion, Chance, and Change? To these All things are subject but eternal love.
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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.
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Soul meets soul on lovers’ lips.
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The more we study the more we discover our ignorance.
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