O, wind, if winter comes, can spring be far behind?
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEYSing again, with your dear voice revealing. A tone Of some world far from ours, where music and moonlight and feeling are one.
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A man, to be greatly good, must imagine intensely and comprehensively; he must put himself in the place of another and of many others; the pains and pleasures of his species must become his own.
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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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Honour sits smiling at the sale of truth.
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Nothing wilts faster than laurels that have been rested upon.
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To hearts which near each other move From evening close to morning light,The night is good; because, my love,They never say good-night.
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Sometimes The Devil is a gentleman.
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History is a cyclic poem written by time upon the memories of man.
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Strange thoughts beget strange deeds.
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I pant, I sink, I tremble, I expire!
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Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
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When the lamp is shattered The light in the dust lies dead – When the cloud is scattered The rainbow’s glory is shed.
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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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A sensitive plant in a garden grew, And the young winds fed it with silver dew, And it opened its fan like leaves to the light, and closed them beneath the kisses of night.
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Government 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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All love is sweet Given or returned. Common as light is love, And its familiar voice wearies not ever.
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