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Nothing wilts faster than laurels that have been rested upon.

Percy Bysshe Shelley

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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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Creation God Spirit Understand Universe
Joy, once lost, is pain.
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Joy Lost Pain
Then black despair, The shadow of a starless night, was thrown Over the world in which I moved alone.
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Alone Black Myself Night Shadow Star World
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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Beautiful Feeling Greatness Life Miracle Nature Wonderful World
I love snow, snow, and all the forms of radiant frost.
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Love Myself Radiance Snow
Away, away, from men and towns, To the wild wood and the downs, – To the silent wilderness, Where the soul need not repress Its music.
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City Man Music Silence Soul Spiritual Wild
All love is sweet Given or returned. Common as light is love, And its familiar voice wearies not ever.
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Light Love Return Voice
Only nature knows how to justly proportion to the fault the punishment it deserves.
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Deserve Justice Nature Punishment
Worse than a bloody hand is a hard heart.
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Blood Hands Hard Heart Worst
Poets are the hierophants of an unapprehended inspiration; the mirrors of the gigantic shadows which futurity casts upon the present.
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Deep Future Inspirational Mirror Poet Present Shadow
Life may change, but it may fly not; Hope may vanish, but can die not; Truth be veiled, but still it burneth; Love repulsed, – but it returneth!
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Change Death Fly Hope Life Return Truth
O, wind, if winter comes, can spring be far behind?
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Hard Time Inspirational Spring Struggle Wind
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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Bright Heaven Herself Love Moon Sleep Stars World
When a man marries, dies, or turns Hindu, his best friends hear no more of him.
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Death Friendship Himself Man Marriage Religion
Poetry is a sword of lightning, ever unsheathed, which consumes the scabbard that would contain it.
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Consumption Light Poet Poetry Power
The pleasure that is in sorrow is sweeter than the pleasure of pleasure itself.
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Happiness Sorrow Sweet

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