The howl of self-interest is loud but the heart is black which throbs solely to its note.
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEYMan who man would be, must rule the empire of himself.
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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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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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I love tranquil solitude.
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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 young moon has fed Her exhausted horn With the sunset’s fire.
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History is a cyclic poem written by time upon the memories of man.
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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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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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When a man marries, dies, or turns Hindu, his best friends hear no more of him.
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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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Honour sits smiling at the sale of truth.
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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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Dust to the dust! but the pure spirit shall flow Back to the burning fountain whence it came, A portion of the Eternal.
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Poetry is the record of the best and happiest moments of the happiest and best minds.
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To hearts which near each other move From evening close to morning light,The night is good; because, my love,They never say good-night.
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