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Then black despair, The shadow of a starless night, was thrown Over the world in which I moved alone.

Percy Bysshe Shelley

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The young moon has fed Her exhausted horn With the sunset’s fire.
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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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Fate, Time, Occasion, Chance, and Change? To these All things are subject but eternal love.
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Fear not for the future, weep not for the past.
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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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The man of virtuous soul commands not, nor obeys.
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Familiar acts are beautiful through love.
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The warm sun is failing, the bleak wind is wailing, The bare boughs are sighing, the pale flowers are dying, And the Year On the earth her death-bed, in a shroud of leaves dead, Is lying.
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Bed Death Earth Failure Flower Leaving Lying Sun Warm Wind
A sensitive plant in a garden grew, And the young winds fed it with silver dew, And it opened its fan like leaves to the light, and closed them beneath the kisses of night.
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Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
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When a thing is said to be not worth refuting you may be sure that either it is flagrantly stupid – in which case all comment is superfluous – or it is something formidable, the very crux of the problem.
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First our pleasures die – and then our hopes, and then our fears – and when these are dead, the debt is due dust claims dust – and we die too.
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O, wind, if winter comes, can spring be far behind?
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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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I love tranquil solitude And such society As is quiet, wise, and good.
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History is a cyclic poem written by time upon the memories of man.
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