Then black despair, The shadow of a starless night, was thrown Over the world in which I moved alone.
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEYAll of us who are worth anything, spend our manhood in unlearning the follies, or expiating the mistakes of our youth.
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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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I have drunken deep of joy, And I will taste no other wine tonight.
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Only nature knows how to justly proportion to the fault the punishment it deserves.
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A single word even may be a spark of inextinguishable thought.
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Hell is a city much like London A populous and smoky city.
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Love withers under constraints: its very essence is liberty: it is compatible neither with obedience, jealousy, nor fear.
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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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History is a cyclic poem written by time upon the memories of man.
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I pant, I sink, I tremble, I expire!
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Poetry is a sword of lightning, ever unsheathed, which consumes the scabbard that would contain it.
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The psychological and moral comfort of a presence at once humble and understanding-this is the greatest benefit that the dog has bestowed upon man.
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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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The pleasure that is in sorrow is sweeter than the pleasure of pleasure itself.
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We look before and after, And pine for what is not; Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
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And Spring arose on the garden fair, Like the Spirit of Love felt everywhere; And each flower and herb on Earth’s dark breast rose from the dreams of its wintry rest.
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