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Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.

Percy Bysshe Shelley

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Are we not formed, as notes of music are, For one another, though dissimilar?
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I wish no living thing to suffer pain.
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When my cats aren’t happy, I’m not happy. Not because I care about their mood but because I know they’re just sitting there thinking up ways to get even.
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I love tranquil solitude.
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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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If God has spoken, why is the world not convinced.
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Love’s very pain is sweet, But its reward is in the world divine Which, if not here, it builds beyond the grave.
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I have drunken deep of joy, And I will taste no other wine tonight.
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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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Sometimes it’s better to put love into hugs than to put it into words. Soul meets soul on lovers’ lips.
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Strange thoughts beget strange deeds.
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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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Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
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Poetry is a sword of lightning, ever unsheathed, which consumes the scabbard that would contain it.
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Before man can be free, and equal, and truly wise, he must cast aside the chains of habit and superstition; he must strip sensuality of its pomp, and selfishness of its excuses, and contemplate actions and objects as they really are.
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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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