When the power of imparting joy is equal to the will, the human soul requires no other heaven.
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEYStrange thoughts beget strange deeds.
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There is a harmony in autumn, and a luster in its sky, which through the summer is not heard or seen, as if it could not be, as if it had not been!
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It is not a merit to tolerate, but rather a crime to be intolerant.
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I pant, I sink, I tremble, I expire!
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Music, when soft voices die Vibrates in the memory.
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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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Hell is a city much like London A populous and smoky city.
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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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All love is sweet Given or returned. Common as light is love, And its familiar voice wearies not ever.
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The jealous keys of truth’s eternal doors.
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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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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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O, wind, if winter comes, can spring be far behind?
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When a man marries, dies, or turns Hindu, his best friends hear no more of him.
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A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.
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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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