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I have made my bed In charnels and on coffins, where black death Keeps record of the trophies won.

Percy Bysshe Shelley

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There Is No God. This negation must be understood solely to affect a creative Deity. The hypothesis of a pervading Spirit co-eternal with the universe remains unshaken.
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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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Music, when soft voices die Vibrates in the memory.
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Familiar acts are beautiful through 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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This lake exceeds anything I ever beheld in beauty.
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War is the statesman’s game, the priest’s delight, the lawyer’s jest, the hired assassin’s trade.
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The more we study the more we discover our ignorance.
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There is no disease, bodily or mental, which adoption of vegetable diet, and pure water has not infallibly mitigated, wherever the experiment has been fairly tried.
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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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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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The young moon has fed Her exhausted horn With the sunset’s fire.
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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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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!
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Love withers under constraints: its very essence is liberty: it is compatible neither with obedience, jealousy, nor fear.
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Nothing wilts faster than laurels that have been rested upon.
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