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 SHELLEYI love snow, snow, and all the forms of radiant frost.
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I have drunken deep of joy, And I will taste no other wine tonight.
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Hell is a city much like London A populous and smoky city.
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If a person’s religious ideas correspond not with your own, love him nevertheless.
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There Is No God. This negation must be understood solely to affect a creative Deity. The hypothesis of a pervading Spirit co-eternal with the universe remains unshaken.
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All of us who are worth anything, spend our manhood in unlearning the follies, or expiating the mistakes of our youth.
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Poetry is a sword of lightning, ever unsheathed, which consumes the scabbard that would contain it.
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Love’s very pain is sweet.
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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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A single word even may be a spark of inextinguishable thought.
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See the mountains kiss high Heaven And the waves clasp one another; No sister-flower would be forgiven If it disdained its brother; And the sunlight clasps the earth, And the moonbeams kiss the sea – What is all this sweet work worth If thou kiss not me?
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Joy, once lost, is pain.
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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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The psychological and moral comfort of a presence at once humble and understanding-this is the greatest benefit that the dog has bestowed upon man.
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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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Poetry is the record of the best and happiest moments of the happiest and best minds.
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