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.
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEYPoetry is the record of the best and happiest moments of the happiest and best minds.
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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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When my cats aren’t happy, I’m not happy. Not because I care about their mood but because I know they’re just sitting there thinking up ways to get even.
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If God has spoken, why is the world not convinced.
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Then black despair, The shadow of a starless night, was thrown Over the world in which I moved alone.
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I have drunken deep of joy, And I will taste no other wine tonight.
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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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Fate, Time, Occasion, Chance, and Change? To these All things are subject but eternal love.
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Love’s very pain is sweet.
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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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A man, to be greatly good, must imagine intensely and comprehensively; he must put himself in the place of another and of many others; the pains and pleasures of his species must become his own.
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The man of virtuous soul commands not, nor obeys.
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I wish no living thing to suffer pain.
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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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The jealous keys of truth’s eternal doors.
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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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