Love withers under constraints: its very essence is liberty: it is compatible neither with obedience, jealousy, nor fear.
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEYI wish no living thing to suffer pain.
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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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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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Are we not formed, as notes of music are, For one another, though dissimilar?
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Soul meets soul on lovers’ lips.
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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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I love tranquil solitude.
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I pant, I sink, I tremble, I expire!
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I wish no living thing to suffer pain.
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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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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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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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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, But its reward is in the world divine Which, if not here, it builds beyond the grave.
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History is a cyclic poem written by time upon the memories of man.
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Sometimes The Devil is a gentleman.
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