I have been a wanderer among distant fields. I have sailed down mighty rivers.
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEYI love tranquil solitude And such society As is quiet, wise, and good.
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Poetry lifts the veil from the hidden beauty of the world, and makes familiar objects be as if they were not familiar.
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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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When the power of imparting joy is equal to the will, the human soul requires no other heaven.
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The pleasure that is in sorrow is sweeter than the pleasure of pleasure itself.
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I love tranquil solitude And such society As is quiet, wise, and good.
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I love snow, snow, and all the forms of radiant frost.
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There is a harmony in autumn, and a luster in its sky, which through the summer is not heard or seen, as if it could not be, as if it had not been!
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And Spring arose on the garden fair, Like the Spirit of Love felt everywhere; And each flower and herb on Earth’s dark breast rose from the dreams of its wintry rest.
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Soul meets soul on lovers’ lips.
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Government is an evil; it is only the thoughtlessness and vices of men that make it a necessary evil. When all men are good and wise, government will of itself decay.
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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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In fact, truth cannot be communicated until it is perceived.
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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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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 not a merit to tolerate, but rather a crime to be intolerant.
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