A single word even may be a spark of inextinguishable thought.
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEYI have been a wanderer among distant fields. I have sailed down mighty rivers.
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I wish no living thing to suffer pain.
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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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Then black despair, The shadow of a starless night, was thrown Over the world in which I moved alone.
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It is only by softening and disguising dead flesh by culinary preparation that it is rendered susceptible of mastication or digestion, and that the sight of its bloody juices and raw horror does not excite intolerable loathing and disgust.
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The man of virtuous soul commands not, nor obeys.
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Love’s very pain is sweet.
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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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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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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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There Is No God. This negation must be understood solely to affect a creative Deity. The hypothesis of a pervading Spirit co-eternal with the universe remains unshaken.
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O, wind, if winter comes, can spring be far behind?
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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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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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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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The jealous keys of truth’s eternal doors.
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