Poetry lifts the veil from the hidden beauty of the world, and makes familiar objects be as if they were not familiar.
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEYThe 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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When the power of imparting joy is equal to the will, the human soul requires no other heaven.
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I love snow, snow, and all the forms of radiant frost.
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Love withers under constraints: its very essence is liberty: it is compatible neither with obedience, jealousy, nor fear.
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First our pleasures die – and then our hopes, and then our fears – and when these are dead, the debt is due dust claims dust – and we die too.
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When a thing is said to be not worth refuting you may be sure that either it is flagrantly stupid – in which case all comment is superfluous – or it is something formidable, the very crux of the problem.
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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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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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Only nature knows how to justly proportion to the fault the punishment it deserves.
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I love tranquil solitude.
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Sometimes it’s better to put love into hugs than to put it into words. 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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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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I have made my bed In charnels and on coffins, where black death Keeps record of the trophies won.
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The pleasure that is in sorrow is sweeter than the pleasure of pleasure itself.
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I pant, I sink, I tremble, I expire!
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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.
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Fate, Time, Occasion, Chance, and Change? To these All things are subject but eternal love.
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Sometimes The Devil is a gentleman.
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I wish no living thing to suffer pain.
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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 have been a wanderer among distant fields. I have sailed down mighty rivers.
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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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I love tranquil solitude And such society As is quiet, wise, and good.
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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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When the lamp is shattered The light in the dust lies dead – When the cloud is scattered The rainbow’s glory is shed.
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Joy, once lost, is pain.
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