I have drunken deep of joy, And I will taste no other wine tonight.
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEYSee 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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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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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 love snow, snow, and all the forms of radiant frost.
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The pleasure that is in sorrow is sweeter than the pleasure of pleasure itself.
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It is not a merit to tolerate, but rather a crime to be intolerant.
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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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There is no disease, bodily or mental, which adoption of vegetable diet, and pure water has not infallibly mitigated, wherever the experiment has been fairly tried.
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Hell is a city much like London A populous and smoky city.
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Honour sits smiling at the sale of truth.
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Poets are the hierophants of an unapprehended inspiration; the mirrors of the gigantic shadows which futurity casts upon the present.
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Nothing in the world is single, All things by a law divine, In one spirit meet and mingle-Why not I with thine?
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I love tranquil solitude And such society As is quiet, wise, and good.
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Words are but holy as the deeds they cover.
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History is a cyclic poem written by time upon the memories of man.
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Poetry is the record of the best and happiest moments of the happiest and best minds.
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