Poets, not otherwise than philosophers, painters, sculptors, and musicians, are, in one sense, the creators, and, in another, the creations, of their age.
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 have been a wanderer among distant fields. I have sailed down mighty rivers.
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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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Sometimes it’s better to put love into hugs than to put it into words. Soul meets soul on lovers’ lips.
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Poetry is a sword of lightning, ever unsheathed, which consumes the scabbard that would contain it.
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Sometimes The Devil is a gentleman.
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Government is an evil; it is only the thoughtlessness and vices of men that make it a necessary evil. When all men are good and wise, government will of itself decay.
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Nothing wilts faster than laurels that have been rested upon.
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When a man marries, dies, or turns Hindu, his best friends hear no more of him.
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Before man can be free, and equal, and truly wise, he must cast aside the chains of habit and superstition; he must strip sensuality of its pomp, and selfishness of its excuses, and contemplate actions and objects as they really are.
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Familiar acts are beautiful through love.
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The great instrument of moral good is the imagination.
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I pant, I sink, I tremble, I expire!
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When the power of imparting joy is equal to the will, the human soul requires no other heaven.
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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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There is a harmony in autumn, and a luster in its sky, which through the summer is not heard or seen, as if it could not be, as if it had not been!
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