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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!

Percy Bysshe Shelley

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Poetry is the record of the best and happiest moments of the happiest and best minds.
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A single word even may be a spark of inextinguishable thought.
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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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Man who man would be, must rule the empire of himself.
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First our pleasures die – and then our hopes, and then our fears – and when these are dead, the debt is due dust claims dust – and we die too.
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Sometimes The Devil is a gentleman.
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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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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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Hell is a city much like London A populous and smoky city.
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Only nature knows how to justly proportion to the fault the punishment it deserves.
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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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It is only by softening and disguising dead flesh by culinary preparation that it is rendered susceptible of mastication or digestion, and that the sight of its bloody juices and raw horror does not excite intolerable loathing and disgust.
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Poets, not otherwise than philosophers, painters, sculptors, and musicians, are, in one sense, the creators, and, in another, the creations, of their age.
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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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I love snow, snow, and all the forms of radiant frost.
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