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The pleasure that is in sorrow is sweeter than the pleasure of pleasure itself.

Percy Bysshe Shelley

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Strange thoughts beget strange deeds.
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The warm sun is failing, the bleak wind is wailing, The bare boughs are sighing, the pale flowers are dying, And the Year On the earth her death-bed, in a shroud of leaves dead, Is lying.
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A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.
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Sometimes The Devil is a gentleman.
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I arise from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep of night, when the winds are breathing low, and the stars are shining bright.
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I have made my bed In charnels and on coffins, where black death Keeps record of the trophies won.
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Dust 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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When a man marries, dies, or turns Hindu, his best friends hear no more of him.
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