Love’s very pain is sweet, But its reward is in the world divine Which, if not here, it builds beyond the grave.
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEYGovernment is an evil; it is only the thoughtlessness and vices of men that make it a necessary evil. When all men are good and wise, government will of itself decay.
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Words are but holy as the deeds they cover.
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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 jealous keys of truth’s eternal doors.
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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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I pant, I sink, I tremble, I expire!
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See the mountains kiss high Heaven And the waves clasp one another; No sister-flower would be forgiven If it disdained its brother; And the sunlight clasps the earth, And the moonbeams kiss the sea – What is all this sweet work worth If thou kiss not me?
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I have been a wanderer among distant fields. I have sailed down mighty rivers.
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I love tranquil solitude And such society As is quiet, wise, and good.
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Poetry is the record of the best and happiest moments of the happiest and best minds.
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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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Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
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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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I love snow, snow, and all the forms of radiant frost.
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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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Nothing wilts faster than laurels that have been rested upon.
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