The man of virtuous soul commands not, nor obeys.
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEYA poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.
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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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Life 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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There 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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Familiar acts are beautiful through love.
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The more we study the more we discover our ignorance.
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The great instrument of moral good is the imagination.
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Only nature knows how to justly proportion to the fault the punishment it deserves.
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I love all waste And solitary places; where we taste The pleasure of believing what we see Is boundless, as we wish our souls to be.
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Strange thoughts beget strange deeds.
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Fear not for the future, weep not for the past.
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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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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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I pant, I sink, I tremble, I expire!
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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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Poets are the hierophants of an unapprehended inspiration; the mirrors of the gigantic shadows which futurity casts upon the present.
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