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.
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEYI have drunken deep of joy, And I will taste no other wine tonight.
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Honour sits smiling at the sale of truth.
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Joy, once lost, is pain.
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Fear not for the future, weep not for the past.
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Hell is a city much like London A populous and smoky city.
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Away, away, from men and towns, To the wild wood and the downs, – To the silent wilderness, Where the soul need not repress Its music.
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I have drunken deep of joy, And I will taste no other wine tonight.
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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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A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.
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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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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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Poetry is the record of the best and happiest moments of the happiest and best minds.
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I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under; And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.
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The howl of self-interest is loud but the heart is black which throbs solely to its note.
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Sometimes The Devil is a gentleman.
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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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