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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.

Percy Bysshe Shelley

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Honour sits smiling at the sale of truth.
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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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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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Life and the world, or whatever we call that which we are and feel, is an astonishing thing. The mist of familiarity obscures from us the wonder of our being. We are struck with admiration at some of its transient modifications, but it is itself the great miracle.
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Fate, Time, Occasion, Chance, and Change? To these All things are subject but eternal love.
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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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Joy, once lost, is pain.
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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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I pant, I sink, I tremble, I expire!
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Fear not for the future, weep not for the past.
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If God has spoken, why is the world not convinced.
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Sometimes it’s better to put love into hugs than to put it into words. Soul meets soul on lovers’ lips.
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I have made my bed In charnels and on coffins, where black death Keeps record of the trophies won.
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I love snow, snow, and all the forms of radiant frost.
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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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The great instrument of moral good is the imagination.
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