Love withers under constraints: its very essence is liberty: it is compatible neither with obedience, jealousy, nor fear.
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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Strange thoughts beget strange deeds.
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Familiar acts are beautiful through love.
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Music, when soft voices die Vibrates in the memory.
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Fate, Time, Occasion, Chance, and Change? To these All things are subject but eternal love.
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Hell is a city much like London A populous and smoky city.
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O, wind, if winter comes, can spring be far behind?
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This lake exceeds anything I ever beheld in beauty.
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It is only by softening and disguising dead flesh by culinary preparation that it is rendered susceptible of mastication or digestion, and that the sight of its bloody juices and raw horror does not excite intolerable loathing and disgust.
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Before man can be free, and equal, and truly wise, he must cast aside the chains of habit and superstition; he must strip sensuality of its pomp, and selfishness of its excuses, and contemplate actions and objects as they really are.
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If God has spoken, why is the world not convinced.
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Love’s very pain is sweet.
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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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When a man marries, dies, or turns Hindu, his best friends hear no more of him.
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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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