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Fear not for the future, weep not for the past.

Percy Bysshe Shelley

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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 pleasure that is in sorrow is sweeter than the pleasure of pleasure itself.
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I have been a wanderer among distant fields. I have sailed down mighty rivers.
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O, wind, if winter comes, can spring be far behind?
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If a person’s religious ideas correspond not with your own, love him nevertheless.
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I love snow, snow, and all the forms of radiant frost.
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I wish no living thing to suffer pain.
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Fear not for the future, weep not for the past.
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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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Poetry is a sword of lightning, ever unsheathed, which consumes the scabbard that would contain it.
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Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
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I love tranquil solitude.
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Life may change, but it may fly not; Hope may vanish, but can die not; Truth be veiled, but still it burneth; Love repulsed, – but it returneth!
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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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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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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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