When the power of imparting joy is equal to the will, the human soul requires no other heaven.
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEYLove’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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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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This lake exceeds anything I ever beheld in beauty.
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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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The howl of self-interest is loud but the heart is black which throbs solely to its note.
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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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Away, 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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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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When a man marries, dies, or turns Hindu, his best friends hear no more of him.
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If God has spoken, why is the world not convinced.
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Words are but holy as the deeds they cover.
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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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I love snow, snow, and all the forms of radiant frost.
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All of us who are worth anything, spend our manhood in unlearning the follies, or expiating the mistakes of our youth.
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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 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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