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!
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEYI love tranquil solitude And such society As is quiet, wise, and good.
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Are we not formed, as notes of music are, For one another, though dissimilar?
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A single word even may be a spark of inextinguishable thought.
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I wish no living thing to suffer pain.
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Fear not for the future, weep not for the past.
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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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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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Rise like Lions after slumber In unvanquishable number- Shake your chains to earth like dew Which in sleep had fallen on you Ye are many-they are few.
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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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O, wind, if winter comes, can spring be far behind?
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In fact, truth cannot be communicated until it is perceived.
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Life and the world, or whatever we call that which we are and feel, is an astonishing thing. The mist of familiarity obscures from us the wonder of our being. We are struck with admiration at some of its transient modifications, but it is itself the great miracle.
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Man who man would be, must rule the empire of himself.
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Sing again, with your dear voice revealing. A tone Of some world far from ours, where music and moonlight and feeling are one.
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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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The howl of self-interest is loud but the heart is black which throbs solely to its note.
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