I pant, I sink, I tremble, I expire!
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEYFamiliar acts are beautiful through love.
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Poets are the hierophants of an unapprehended inspiration; the mirrors of the gigantic shadows which futurity casts upon the present.
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I wish no living thing to suffer pain.
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First our pleasures die – and then our hopes, and then our fears – and when these are dead, the debt is due dust claims dust – and we die too.
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The great instrument of moral good is the imagination.
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Government is an evil; it is only the thoughtlessness and vices of men that make it a necessary evil. When all men are good and wise, government will of itself decay.
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Only nature knows how to justly proportion to the fault the punishment it deserves.
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Poetry is a sword of lightning, ever unsheathed, which consumes the scabbard that would contain it.
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O, wind, if winter comes, can spring be far behind?
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I arise from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep of night, when the winds are breathing low, and the stars are shining bright.
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A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.
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All love is sweet Given or returned. Common as light is love, And its familiar voice wearies not ever.
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Honour sits smiling at the sale of truth.
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In fact, truth cannot be communicated until it is perceived.
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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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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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