Music, when soft voices die Vibrates in the memory.
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEYThere 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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I love tranquil solitude And such society As is quiet, wise, and good.
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The jealous keys of truth’s eternal doors.
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Love’s very pain is sweet.
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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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Familiar acts are beautiful through love.
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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.
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Poets, not otherwise than philosophers, painters, sculptors, and musicians, are, in one sense, the creators, and, in another, the creations, of their age.
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I pant, I sink, I tremble, I expire!
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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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I have drunken deep of joy, And I will taste no other wine tonight.
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Fate, Time, Occasion, Chance, and Change? To these All things are subject but eternal love.
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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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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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I arise from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep of night, when the winds are breathing low, and the stars are shining bright.
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I wish no living thing to suffer pain.
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