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Strange thoughts beget strange deeds.

Percy Bysshe Shelley

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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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Life and the world, or whatever we call that which we are and feel, is an astonishing thing. The mist of familiarity obscures from us the wonder of our being. We are struck with admiration at some of its transient modifications, but it is itself the great miracle.
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Nothing wilts faster than laurels that have been rested upon.
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Poetry is the record of the best and happiest moments of the happiest and best minds.
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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.
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Earth Fall Rise Sleep Yourself
Familiar acts are beautiful through love.
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I have drunken deep of joy, And I will taste no other wine tonight.
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The great instrument of moral good is the imagination.
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Music, when soft voices die Vibrates in the memory.
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The jealous keys of truth’s eternal doors.
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And Spring arose on the garden fair, Like the Spirit of Love felt everywhere; And each flower and herb on Earth’s dark breast rose from the dreams of its wintry rest.
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I love snow, snow, and all the forms of radiant frost.
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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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Alone Black Myself Night Shadow Star World
The young moon has fed Her exhausted horn With the sunset’s fire.
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Exhaustion Fed Fire Moon Sun Young
Sometimes The Devil is a gentleman.
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History is a cyclic poem written by time upon the memories of man.
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