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Fame, power, and gold, are loved for their own sakes – are worshipped with a blind, habitual idolatry.

Percy Bysshe Shelley

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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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I pant, I sink, I tremble, I expire!
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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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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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Love withers under constraints: its very essence is liberty: it is compatible neither with obedience, jealousy, nor fear.
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I love snow, snow, and all the forms of radiant frost.
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Joy, once lost, is pain.
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I love tranquil solitude.
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History is a cyclic poem written by time upon the memories of man.
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The young moon has fed Her exhausted horn With the sunset’s fire.
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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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