Music, when soft voices die Vibrates in the memory.
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEYHeaven’s ebon vault Studded with stars unutterably bright, Through which the moon’s unclouded grandeur rolls, Seems like a canopy which love has spread To curtain her sleeping world.
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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 great instrument of moral good is the imagination.
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Fate, Time, Occasion, Chance, and Change? To these All things are subject but eternal love.
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The psychological and moral comfort of a presence at once humble and understanding-this is the greatest benefit that the dog has bestowed upon man.
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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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All of us who are worth anything, spend our manhood in unlearning the follies, or expiating the mistakes of our youth.
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The jealous keys of truth’s eternal doors.
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Are we not formed, as notes of music are, For one another, though dissimilar?
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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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If a person’s religious ideas correspond not with your own, love him nevertheless.
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The man of virtuous soul commands not, nor obeys.
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We look before and after, And pine for what is not; Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
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Sometimes The Devil is a gentleman.
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History is a cyclic poem written by time upon the memories of man.
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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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