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And Spring arose on the garden fair, Like the Spirit of Love felt everywhere; And each flower and herb on Earth’s dark breast rose from the dreams of its wintry rest.

Percy Bysshe Shelley

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When a man marries, dies, or turns Hindu, his best friends hear no more of him.
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Love withers under constraints: its very essence is liberty: it is compatible neither with obedience, jealousy, nor fear.
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Worse than a bloody hand is a hard heart.
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I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under; And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.
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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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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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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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Break Death Glory Lie Light
A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.
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I love tranquil solitude.
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Poetry lifts the veil from the hidden beauty of the world, and makes familiar objects be as if they were not familiar.
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Beautiful Hide Poetry World
The great instrument of moral good is the imagination.
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Words are but holy as the deeds they cover.
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In fact, truth cannot be communicated until it is perceived.
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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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The howl of self-interest is loud but the heart is black which throbs solely to its note.
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I have made my bed In charnels and on coffins, where black death Keeps record of the trophies won.
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Bed Black Death Myself Reward Win

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