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!
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEYThe 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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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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The pleasure that is in sorrow is sweeter than the pleasure of pleasure itself.
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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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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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Nothing in the world is single, All things by a law divine, In one spirit meet and mingle-Why not I with thine?
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Only nature knows how to justly proportion to the fault the punishment it deserves.
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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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A sensitive plant in a garden grew, And the young winds fed it with silver dew, And it opened its fan like leaves to the light, and closed them beneath the kisses of night.
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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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Fear not for the future, weep not for the past.
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Familiar acts are beautiful through love.
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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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All love is sweet Given or returned. Common as light is love, And its familiar voice wearies not ever.
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I pant, I sink, I tremble, I expire!
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If God has spoken, why is the world not convinced.
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