Hell is a city much like London A populous and smoky city.
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEYSing 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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I have made my bed In charnels and on coffins, where black death Keeps record of the trophies won.
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I have been a wanderer among distant fields. I have sailed down mighty rivers.
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I love tranquil solitude.
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I wish no living thing to suffer pain.
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Nothing wilts faster than laurels that have been rested upon.
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I arise from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep of night, when the winds are breathing low, and the stars are shining bright.
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The rich have become richer, and the poor have become poorer; and the vessel of the state is driven between the Scylla and Charybdis of anarchy and despotism.
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The great instrument of moral good is the imagination.
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In fact, truth cannot be communicated until it is perceived.
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Before man can be free, and equal, and truly wise, he must cast aside the chains of habit and superstition; he must strip sensuality of its pomp, and selfishness of its excuses, and contemplate actions and objects as they really are.
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I love snow, snow, and all the forms of radiant frost.
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Words are but holy as the deeds they cover.
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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.
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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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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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