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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.

Percy Bysshe Shelley

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O, wind, if winter comes, can spring be far behind?
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Hard Time Inspirational Spring Struggle Wind
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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Beyond Build Death Deep Divine Grave Love Pain Reward Sweet World
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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Believe Love Ourselves Place See Soul Wasted
This lake exceeds anything I ever beheld in beauty.
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Appearance Beautiful Lake Myself
Honour sits smiling at the sale of truth.
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Honor One Liner Smile Truth
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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Each Other Goodness Heart Light Love Morning Night
I have been a wanderer among distant fields. I have sailed down mighty rivers.
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Distance Field Myself River Travel
Man who man would be, must rule the empire of himself.
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Himself Kingdom Man Rule
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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Beautiful Feeling Greatness Life Miracle Nature Wonderful World
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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Change Death Fly Hope Life Return Truth
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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Creation God Spirit Understand Universe
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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Hell is a city much like London A populous and smoky city.
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City Fame Hell Popular Smoke
I love tranquil solitude.
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Love Myself One Liner Solitude Tranquility
Dust to the dust! but the pure spirit shall flow Back to the burning fountain whence it came, A portion of the Eternal.
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Burn Flow Forever Fountain Pure Spirit
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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Drive Fate Poor Rich Standard

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