When the lamp is shattered The light in the dust lies dead – When the cloud is scattered The rainbow’s glory is shed.
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEYA sensitive plant in a garden grew, And the young winds fed it with silver dew, And it opened its fan like leaves to the light, and closed them beneath the kisses of night.
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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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In fact, truth cannot be communicated until it is perceived.
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I have drunken deep of joy, And I will taste no other wine tonight.
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Love’s very pain is sweet.
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To hearts which near each other move From evening close to morning light,The night is good; because, my love,They never say good-night.
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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.
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Fame, power, and gold, are loved for their own sakes – are worshipped with a blind, habitual idolatry.
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It is not a merit to tolerate, but rather a crime to be intolerant.
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Strange thoughts beget strange deeds.
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The psychological and moral comfort of a presence at once humble and understanding-this is the greatest benefit that the dog has bestowed upon man.
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First our pleasures die – and then our hopes, and then our fears – and when these are dead, the debt is due dust claims dust – and we die too.
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Poets, not otherwise than philosophers, painters, sculptors, and musicians, are, in one sense, the creators, and, in another, the creations, of their age.
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I wish no living thing to suffer pain.
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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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Love’s very pain is sweet, But its reward is in the world divine Which, if not here, it builds beyond the grave.
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