The pleasure that is in sorrow is sweeter than the pleasure of pleasure itself.
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEYRise like Lions after slumber In unvanquishable number- Shake your chains to earth like dew Which in sleep had fallen on you Ye are many-they are few.
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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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Poetry is a sword of lightning, ever unsheathed, which consumes the scabbard that would contain it.
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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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The howl of self-interest is loud but the heart is black which throbs solely to its note.
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I love tranquil solitude And such society As is quiet, wise, and good.
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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 is the record of the best and happiest moments of the happiest and best minds.
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When a thing is said to be not worth refuting you may be sure that either it is flagrantly stupid – in which case all comment is superfluous – or it is something formidable, the very crux of the problem.
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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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Honour sits smiling at the sale of truth.
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There is no disease, bodily or mental, which adoption of vegetable diet, and pure water has not infallibly mitigated, wherever the experiment has been fairly tried.
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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 power of imparting joy is equal to the will, the human soul requires no other heaven.
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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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Heaven’s ebon vault Studded with stars unutterably bright, Through which the moon’s unclouded grandeur rolls, Seems like a canopy which love has spread To curtain her sleeping world.
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