Love’s very pain is sweet, But its reward is in the world divine Which, if not here, it builds beyond the grave.
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEYA poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.
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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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I love snow, snow, and all the forms of radiant frost.
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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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Worse than a bloody hand is a hard heart.
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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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Fame, power, and gold, are loved for their own sakes – are worshipped with a blind, habitual idolatry.
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The man of virtuous soul commands not, nor obeys.
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The howl of self-interest is loud but the heart is black which throbs solely to its note.
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Love’s very pain is sweet.
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I have been a wanderer among distant fields. I have sailed down mighty rivers.
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Poetry is the record of the best and happiest moments of the happiest and best minds.
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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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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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The young moon has fed Her exhausted horn With the sunset’s fire.
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Nothing wilts faster than laurels that have been rested upon.
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