The man of virtuous soul commands not, nor obeys.
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEYLife may change, but it may fly not; Hope may vanish, but can die not; Truth be veiled, but still it burneth; Love repulsed, – but it returneth!
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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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This lake exceeds anything I ever beheld in beauty.
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Poets are the hierophants of an unapprehended inspiration; the mirrors of the gigantic shadows which futurity casts upon the present.
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I pant, I sink, I tremble, I expire!
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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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Then black despair, The shadow of a starless night, was thrown Over the world in which I moved alone.
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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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Life may change, but it may fly not; Hope may vanish, but can die not; Truth be veiled, but still it burneth; Love repulsed, – but it returneth!
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I have drunken deep of joy, And I will taste no other wine tonight.
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Joy, once lost, is pain.
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I love tranquil solitude And such society As is quiet, wise, and good.
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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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Before man can be free, and equal, and truly wise, he must cast aside the chains of habit and superstition; he must strip sensuality of its pomp, and selfishness of its excuses, and contemplate actions and objects as they really are.
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A single word even may be a spark of inextinguishable thought.
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Honour sits smiling at the sale of truth.
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