I love all waste And solitary places; where we taste The pleasure of believing what we see Is boundless, as we wish our souls to be.
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEYO, wind, if winter comes, can spring be far behind?
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Fate, Time, Occasion, Chance, and Change? To these All things are subject but eternal love.
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It is not a merit to tolerate, but rather a crime to be intolerant.
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I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under; And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.
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Music, when soft voices die Vibrates in the memory.
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In fact, truth cannot be communicated until it is perceived.
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Hell is a city much like London A populous and smoky city.
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Sometimes The Devil is a gentleman.
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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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History is a cyclic poem written by time upon the memories of man.
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Nothing in the world is single, All things by a law divine, In one spirit meet and mingle-Why not I with thine?
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The warm sun is failing, the bleak wind is wailing, The bare boughs are sighing, the pale flowers are dying, And the Year On the earth her death-bed, in a shroud of leaves dead, Is lying.
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Are we not formed, as notes of music are, For one another, though dissimilar?
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See the mountains kiss high Heaven And the waves clasp one another; No sister-flower would be forgiven If it disdained its brother; And the sunlight clasps the earth, And the moonbeams kiss the sea – What is all this sweet work worth If thou kiss not me?
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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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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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