Love withers under constraints: its very essence is liberty: it is compatible neither with obedience, jealousy, nor fear.
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEYI love tranquil solitude.
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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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All love is sweet Given or returned. Common as light is love, And its familiar voice wearies not ever.
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A man, to be greatly good, must imagine intensely and comprehensively; he must put himself in the place of another and of many others; the pains and pleasures of his species must become his own.
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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?
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This lake exceeds anything I ever beheld in beauty.
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Soul meets soul on lovers’ lips.
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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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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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The howl of self-interest is loud but the heart is black which throbs solely to its note.
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Rise like Lions after slumber In unvanquishable number- Shake your chains to earth like dew Which in sleep had fallen on you Ye are many-they are few.
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The pleasure that is in sorrow is sweeter than the pleasure of pleasure itself.
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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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Poetry is a sword of lightning, ever unsheathed, which consumes the scabbard that would contain it.
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