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Dust to the dust! but the pure spirit shall flow Back to the burning fountain whence it came, A portion of the Eternal.

Percy Bysshe Shelley

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History is a cyclic poem written by time upon the memories of man.
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Strange thoughts beget strange deeds.
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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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Music, when soft voices die Vibrates in the memory.
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Honour sits smiling at the sale of truth.
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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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Only nature knows how to justly proportion to the fault the punishment it deserves.
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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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Poetry is a sword of lightning, ever unsheathed, which consumes the scabbard that would contain it.
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I have been a wanderer among distant fields. I have sailed down mighty rivers.
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The great instrument of moral good is the imagination.
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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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Fame, power, and gold, are loved for their own sakes – are worshipped with a blind, habitual idolatry.
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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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Soul meets soul on lovers’ lips.
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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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