Love withers under constraints: its very essence is liberty: it is compatible neither with obedience, jealousy, nor fear.
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEYThe more we study the more we discover our ignorance.
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Love’s very pain is sweet, But its reward is in the world divine Which, if not here, it builds beyond the grave.
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Poetry is a sword of lightning, ever unsheathed, which consumes the scabbard that would contain it.
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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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Hell is a city much like London A populous and smoky city.
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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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I have made my bed In charnels and on coffins, where black death Keeps record of the trophies won.
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Worse than a bloody hand is a hard heart.
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I have drunken deep of joy, And I will taste no other wine tonight.
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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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Nothing in the world is single, All things by a law divine, In one spirit meet and mingle-Why not I with thine?
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There Is No God. This negation must be understood solely to affect a creative Deity. The hypothesis of a pervading Spirit co-eternal with the universe remains unshaken.
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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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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 it’s better to put love into hugs than to put it into words. Soul meets soul on lovers’ lips.
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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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