A single word even may be a spark of inextinguishable thought.
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEYLife 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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I have drunken deep of joy, And I will taste no other wine tonight.
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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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Rise like Lions after slumber In unvanquishable number- Shake your chains to earth like dew Which in sleep had fallen on you Ye are many-they are few.
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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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Love’s very pain is sweet, But its reward is in the world divine Which, if not here, it builds beyond the grave.
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Honour sits smiling at the sale of truth.
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It is only by softening and disguising dead flesh by culinary preparation that it is rendered susceptible of mastication or digestion, and that the sight of its bloody juices and raw horror does not excite intolerable loathing and disgust.
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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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History is a cyclic poem written by time upon the memories of man.
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Soul meets soul on lovers’ lips.
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I love tranquil solitude.
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Heaven’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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Nothing wilts faster than laurels that have been rested upon.
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O, wind, if winter comes, can spring be far behind?
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Sometimes The Devil is a gentleman.
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