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O, wind, if winter comes, can spring be far behind?

Percy Bysshe Shelley

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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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Nothing wilts faster than laurels that have been rested upon.
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Familiar acts are beautiful through love.
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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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The howl of self-interest is loud but the heart is black which throbs solely to its note.
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Are we not formed, as notes of music are, For one another, though dissimilar?
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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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I have drunken deep of joy, And I will taste no other wine tonight.
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Deep Drink Joy Taste Tonight Wine
Joy, once lost, is pain.
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O, wind, if winter comes, can spring be far behind?
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A man, to be greatly good, must imagine intensely and comprehensively; he must put himself in the place of another and of many others; the pains and pleasures of his species must become his own.
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Goodness Greatness Happiness Himself Imagination Intense Man Pain Place
The rich have become richer, and the poor have become poorer; and the vessel of the state is driven between the Scylla and Charybdis of anarchy and despotism.
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Drive Fate Poor Rich Standard
Fate, Time, Occasion, Chance, and Change? To these All things are subject but eternal love.
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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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I love all waste And solitary places; where we taste The pleasure of believing what we see Is boundless, as we wish our souls to be.
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Believe Love Ourselves Place See Soul Wasted
I love tranquil solitude.
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Love Myself One Liner Solitude Tranquility

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