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All love is sweet Given or returned. Common as light is love, And its familiar voice wearies not ever.

Percy Bysshe Shelley

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I have been a wanderer among distant fields. I have sailed down mighty rivers.
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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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The young moon has fed Her exhausted horn With the sunset’s fire.
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Only nature knows how to justly proportion to the fault the punishment it deserves.
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The great instrument of moral good is the imagination.
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Sometimes The Devil is a gentleman.
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Familiar acts are beautiful through love.
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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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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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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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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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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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I have made my bed In charnels and on coffins, where black death Keeps record of the trophies won.
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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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Words are but holy as the deeds they cover.
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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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