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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.

Percy Bysshe Shelley

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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 wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under; And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.
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History is a cyclic poem written by time upon the memories of man.
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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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I love tranquil solitude.
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A single word even may be a spark of inextinguishable thought.
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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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Fame, power, and gold, are loved for their own sakes – are worshipped with a blind, habitual idolatry.
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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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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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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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