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Poets are the hierophants of an unapprehended inspiration; the mirrors of the gigantic shadows which futurity casts upon the present.

Percy Bysshe Shelley

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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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Divine Law Myself Spirit World
I love tranquil solitude.
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Love Myself One Liner Solitude Tranquility
Poetry is the record of the best and happiest moments of the happiest and best minds.
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Best Happiness Mindset Moments Poetry Record
Love withers under constraints: its very essence is liberty: it is compatible neither with obedience, jealousy, nor fear.
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Essence Fear Jealous Liberty Love Obedience
The howl of self-interest is loud but the heart is black which throbs solely to its note.
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Black Heart Loud Note
I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under; And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.
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Laughter Myself Rain Thunder Travel
The jealous keys of truth’s eternal doors.
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Door Forever Jealous Key Truth
I have been a wanderer among distant fields. I have sailed down mighty rivers.
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Distance Field Myself River Travel
Honour sits smiling at the sale of truth.
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Honor One Liner Smile Truth
The warm sun is failing, the bleak wind is wailing, The bare boughs are sighing, the pale flowers are dying, And the Year On the earth her death-bed, in a shroud of leaves dead, Is lying.
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Bed Death Earth Failure Flower Leaving Lying Sun Warm Wind
I wish no living thing to suffer pain.
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Live Myself One Liner Pain Suffering
History is a cyclic poem written by time upon the memories of man.
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History Man Memories Poem Writing
I love snow, snow, and all the forms of radiant frost.
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Love Myself Radiance Snow
A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.
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Bird Cheerful Darkness Poet Solitude Sound Sweet
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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Beautiful Feeling Greatness Life Miracle Nature Wonderful World
A single word even may be a spark of inextinguishable thought.
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Literature Power Thinking Word

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