Poets are the hierophants of an unapprehended inspiration; the mirrors of the gigantic shadows which futurity casts upon the present.
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEYWhen the lamp is shattered The light in the dust lies dead – When the cloud is scattered The rainbow’s glory is shed.
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Only nature knows how to justly proportion to the fault the punishment it deserves.
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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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Familiar acts are beautiful through love.
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Fate, Time, Occasion, Chance, and Change? To these All things are subject but eternal love.
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Poetry is the record of the best and happiest moments of the happiest and best minds.
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When the power of imparting joy is equal to the will, the human soul requires no other heaven.
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I have been a wanderer among distant fields. I have sailed down mighty rivers.
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See the mountains kiss high Heaven And the waves clasp one another; No sister-flower would be forgiven If it disdained its brother; And the sunlight clasps the earth, And the moonbeams kiss the sea – What is all this sweet work worth If thou kiss not me?
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I love all waste And solitary places; where we taste The pleasure of believing what we see Is boundless, as we wish our souls to be.
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Sometimes The Devil is a gentleman.
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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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Poetry is a sword of lightning, ever unsheathed, which consumes the scabbard that would contain it.
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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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This lake exceeds anything I ever beheld in beauty.
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Hell is a city much like London A populous and smoky city.
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