See the mountains kiss high Heaven And the waves clasp one another; No sister-flower would be forgiven If it disdained its brother; And the sunlight clasps the earth, And the moonbeams kiss the sea – What is all this sweet work worth If thou kiss not me?
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEYLife and the world, or whatever we call that which we are and feel, is an astonishing thing. The mist of familiarity obscures from us the wonder of our being. We are struck with admiration at some of its transient modifications, but it is itself the great miracle.
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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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Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
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To hearts which near each other move From evening close to morning light,The night is good; because, my love,They never say good-night.
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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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The jealous keys of truth’s eternal doors.
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Sometimes The Devil is a gentleman.
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I love snow, snow, and all the forms of radiant frost.
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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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I love tranquil solitude And such society As is quiet, wise, and good.
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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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The rich have become richer, and the poor have become poorer; and the vessel of the state is driven between the Scylla and Charybdis of anarchy and despotism.
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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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When the lamp is shattered The light in the dust lies dead – When the cloud is scattered The rainbow’s glory is shed.
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Nothing in the world is single, All things by a law divine, In one spirit meet and mingle-Why not I with thine?
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In fact, truth cannot be communicated until it is perceived.
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