Music, when soft voices die Vibrates in the memory.
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEYPoetry is a sword of lightning, ever unsheathed, which consumes the scabbard that would contain it.
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Nothing wilts faster than laurels that have been rested upon.
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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 pant, I sink, I tremble, I expire!
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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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Life and the world, or whatever we call that which we are and feel, is an astonishing thing. The mist of familiarity obscures from us the wonder of our being. We are struck with admiration at some of its transient modifications, but it is itself the great miracle.
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Man who man would be, must rule the empire of himself.
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I wish no living thing to suffer pain.
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I love tranquil solitude.
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Poets are the hierophants of an unapprehended inspiration; the mirrors of the gigantic shadows which futurity casts upon the present.
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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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The jealous keys of truth’s eternal doors.
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I have drunken deep of joy, And I will taste no other wine tonight.
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Sometimes The Devil is a gentleman.
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The pleasure that is in sorrow is sweeter than the pleasure of pleasure itself.
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