Sing again, with your dear voice revealing. A tone Of some world far from ours, where music and moonlight and feeling are one.
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY
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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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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The young moon has fed Her exhausted horn With the sunset’s fire.
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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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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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Honour sits smiling at the sale of truth.
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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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Fate, Time, Occasion, Chance, and Change? To these All things are subject but eternal love.
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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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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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This lake exceeds anything I ever beheld in beauty.
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Then black despair, The shadow of a starless night, was thrown Over the world in which I moved alone.
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If a person’s religious ideas correspond not with your own, love him nevertheless.
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Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
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Poetry is a sword of lightning, ever unsheathed, which consumes the scabbard that would contain it.
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Hell is a city much like London A populous and smoky city.
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A single word even may be a spark of inextinguishable thought.
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