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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.

Percy Bysshe Shelley

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Poets, not otherwise than philosophers, painters, sculptors, and musicians, are, in one sense, the creators, and, in another, the creations, of their age.
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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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I pant, I sink, I tremble, I expire!
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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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In fact, truth cannot be communicated until it is perceived.
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I love tranquil solitude And such society As is quiet, wise, and good.
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Love’s very pain is sweet.
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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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A sensitive plant in a garden grew, And the young winds fed it with silver dew, And it opened its fan like leaves to the light, and closed them beneath the kisses of night.
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Fear not for the future, weep not for the past.
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There is a harmony in autumn, and a luster in its sky, which through the summer is not heard or seen, as if it could not be, as if it had not been!
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Worse than a bloody hand is a hard heart.
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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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When the lamp is shattered The light in the dust lies dead – When the cloud is scattered The rainbow’s glory is shed.
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Nothing wilts faster than laurels that have been rested upon.
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When a man marries, dies, or turns Hindu, his best friends hear no more of him.
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