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When the lamp is shattered The light in the dust lies dead – When the cloud is scattered The rainbow’s glory is shed.

Percy Bysshe Shelley

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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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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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Only nature knows how to justly proportion to the fault the punishment it deserves.
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When 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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All love is sweet Given or returned. Common as light is love, And its familiar voice wearies not ever.
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Joy, once lost, is pain.
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Hell is a city much like London A populous and smoky city.
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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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Then black despair, The shadow of a starless night, was thrown Over the world in which I moved alone.
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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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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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History is a cyclic poem written by time upon the memories of man.
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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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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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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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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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Poetry is a sword of lightning, ever unsheathed, which consumes the scabbard that would contain it.
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Soul meets soul on lovers’ lips.
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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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In fact, truth cannot be communicated until it is perceived.
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Before man can be free, and equal, and truly wise, he must cast aside the chains of habit and superstition; he must strip sensuality of its pomp, and selfishness of its excuses, and contemplate actions and objects as they really are.
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Worse than a bloody hand is a hard heart.
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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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A man, to be greatly good, must imagine intensely and comprehensively; he must put himself in the place of another and of many others; the pains and pleasures of his species must become his own.
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Sometimes it’s better to put love into hugs than to put it into words. Soul meets soul on lovers’ lips.
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I love tranquil solitude.
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O, wind, if winter comes, can spring be far behind?
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