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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?

Percy Bysshe Shelley

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Nothing wilts faster than laurels that have been rested upon.
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Death Fast Rest
Poetry is the record of the best and happiest moments of the happiest and best minds.
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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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Alone Black Myself Night Shadow Star World
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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Beyond Build Death Deep Divine Grave Love Pain Reward Sweet World
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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Autumn Harmony See Sky Summer Thinking
I have been a wanderer among distant fields. I have sailed down mighty rivers.
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Distance Field Myself River Travel
Joy, once lost, is pain.
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Joy Lost Pain
Strange thoughts beget strange deeds.
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Action One Liner Result Strange Thinking
Love withers under constraints: its very essence is liberty: it is compatible neither with obedience, jealousy, nor fear.
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Essence Fear Jealous Liberty Love Obedience
The pleasure that is in sorrow is sweeter than the pleasure of pleasure itself.
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Happiness Sorrow Sweet
A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.
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Bird Cheerful Darkness Poet Solitude Sound Sweet
I pant, I sink, I tremble, I expire!
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Death Fear Myself Tremble
The howl of self-interest is loud but the heart is black which throbs solely to its note.
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Black Heart Loud Note
I wish no living thing to suffer pain.
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Live Myself One Liner Pain Suffering
Soul meets soul on lovers’ lips.
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Man who man would be, must rule the empire of himself.
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Himself Kingdom Man Rule

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