Strange thoughts beget strange deeds.
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEYPoetry is a sword of lightning, ever unsheathed, which consumes the scabbard that would contain it.
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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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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!
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All love is sweet Given or returned. Common as light is love, And its familiar voice wearies not ever.
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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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History is a cyclic poem written by time upon the memories of man.
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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 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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Fate, Time, Occasion, Chance, and Change? To these All things are subject but eternal love.
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Are we not formed, as notes of music are, For one another, though dissimilar?
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I love tranquil solitude And such society As is quiet, wise, and good.
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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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Worse than a bloody hand is a hard heart.
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Soul meets soul on lovers’ lips.
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Poets are the hierophants of an unapprehended inspiration; the mirrors of the gigantic shadows which futurity casts upon the present.
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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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