Hell is a city much like London A populous and smoky city.
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEYAway, away, from men and towns, To the wild wood and the downs, – To the silent wilderness, Where the soul need not repress Its music.
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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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See the mountains kiss high Heaven And the waves clasp one another; No sister-flower would be forgiven If it disdained its brother; And the sunlight clasps the earth, And the moonbeams kiss the sea – What is all this sweet work worth If thou kiss not me?
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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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I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under; And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.
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If a person’s religious ideas correspond not with your own, love him nevertheless.
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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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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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The howl of self-interest is loud but the heart is black which throbs solely to its note.
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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 wilts faster than laurels that have been rested upon.
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Fate, Time, Occasion, Chance, and Change? To these All things are subject but eternal love.
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The jealous keys of truth’s eternal doors.
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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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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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Honour sits smiling at the sale of truth.
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