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A 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.

Percy Bysshe Shelley

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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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A single word even may be a spark of inextinguishable thought.
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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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Familiar acts are beautiful through love.
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Heaven’s ebon vault Studded with stars unutterably bright, Through which the moon’s unclouded grandeur rolls, Seems like a canopy which love has spread To curtain her sleeping world.
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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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There Is No God. This negation must be understood solely to affect a creative Deity. The hypothesis of a pervading Spirit co-eternal with the universe remains unshaken.
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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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Sometimes The Devil is a gentleman.
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War is the statesman’s game, the priest’s delight, the lawyer’s jest, the hired assassin’s trade.
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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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History is a cyclic poem written by time upon the memories of man.
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Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
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We look before and after, And pine for what is not; Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
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When the lamp is shattered The light in the dust lies dead – When the cloud is scattered The rainbow’s glory is shed.
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The young moon has fed Her exhausted horn With the sunset’s fire.
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