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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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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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Love withers under constraints: its very essence is liberty: it is compatible neither with obedience, jealousy, nor fear.
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Strange thoughts beget strange deeds.
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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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The more we study the more we discover our ignorance.
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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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The man of virtuous soul commands not, nor obeys.
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Command Man Obey Soul Virtue
Man who man would be, must rule the empire of himself.
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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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Heaven’s ebon vault Studded with stars unutterably bright, Through which the moon’s unclouded grandeur rolls, Seems like a canopy which love has spread To curtain her sleeping world.
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Poetry is a sword of lightning, ever unsheathed, which consumes the scabbard that would contain it.
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Fame, power, and gold, are loved for their own sakes – are worshipped with a blind, habitual idolatry.
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I love snow, snow, and all the forms of radiant frost.
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Honour sits smiling at the sale of truth.
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Life may change, but it may fly not; Hope may vanish, but can die not; Truth be veiled, but still it burneth; Love repulsed, – but it returneth!
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Soul meets soul on lovers’ lips.
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