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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.

Percy Bysshe Shelley

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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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Breathe Bright Dreams Night Shine Sleep Stars
The young moon has fed Her exhausted horn With the sunset’s fire.
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Exhaustion Fed Fire Moon Sun Young
The more we study the more we discover our ignorance.
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Deep Discover Ignorance Ourselves Study Wisdom
I have made my bed In charnels and on coffins, where black death Keeps record of the trophies won.
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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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Only nature knows how to justly proportion to the fault the punishment it deserves.
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Deserve Justice Nature Punishment
History is a cyclic poem written by time upon the memories of man.
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History Man Memories Poem Writing
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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In fact, truth cannot be communicated until it is perceived.
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I pant, I sink, I tremble, I expire!
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Death Fear Myself Tremble
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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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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The rich have become richer, and the poor have become poorer; and the vessel of the state is driven between the Scylla and Charybdis of anarchy and despotism.
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Drive Fate Poor Rich Standard
If God has spoken, why is the world not convinced.
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Are we not formed, as notes of music are, For one another, though dissimilar?
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Build Music Oneself Togetherness
O, wind, if winter comes, can spring be far behind?
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Hard Time Inspirational Spring Struggle Wind

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