Fate, Time, Occasion, Chance, and Change? To these All things are subject but eternal love.
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEYDust to the dust! but the pure spirit shall flow Back to the burning fountain whence it came, A portion of the Eternal.
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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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Love’s very pain is sweet.
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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 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.
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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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Joy, once lost, is pain.
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I love all waste And solitary places; where we taste The pleasure of believing what we see Is boundless, as we wish our souls to be.
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Sometimes The Devil is a gentleman.
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The howl of self-interest is loud but the heart is black which throbs solely to its note.
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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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Poetry lifts the veil from the hidden beauty of the world, and makes familiar objects be as if they were not familiar.
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The pleasure that is in sorrow is sweeter than the pleasure of pleasure itself.
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If a person’s religious ideas correspond not with your own, love him nevertheless.
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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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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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