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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.

Percy Bysshe Shelley

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I pant, I sink, I tremble, I expire!
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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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Love’s very pain is sweet.
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In fact, truth cannot be communicated until it is perceived.
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Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
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A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.
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It is not a merit to tolerate, but rather a crime to be intolerant.
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War is the statesman’s game, the priest’s delight, the lawyer’s jest, the hired assassin’s trade.
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Sometimes The Devil is a gentleman.
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And Spring arose on the garden fair, Like the Spirit of Love felt everywhere; And each flower and herb on Earth’s dark breast rose from the dreams of its wintry rest.
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If God has spoken, why is the world not convinced.
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Poetry is a sword of lightning, ever unsheathed, which consumes the scabbard that would contain it.
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