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I have been a wanderer among distant fields. I have sailed down mighty rivers.

Percy Bysshe Shelley

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Nothing wilts faster than laurels that have been rested upon.
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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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A single word even may be a spark of inextinguishable thought.
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Poetry lifts the veil from the hidden beauty of the world, and makes familiar objects be as if they were not familiar.
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The psychological and moral comfort of a presence at once humble and understanding-this is the greatest benefit that the dog has bestowed upon man.
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If God has spoken, why is the world not convinced.
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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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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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Honour sits smiling at the sale of truth.
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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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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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The great instrument of moral good is the imagination.
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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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Poetry is a sword of lightning, ever unsheathed, which consumes the scabbard that would contain it.
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Joy, once lost, is pain.
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