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 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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Are we not formed, as notes of music are, For one another, though dissimilar?
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Music, when soft voices die Vibrates in the memory.
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I have drunken deep of joy, And I will taste no other wine tonight.
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Hell is a city much like London A populous and smoky city.
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Fame, power, and gold, are loved for their own sakes – are worshipped with a blind, habitual idolatry.
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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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I pant, I sink, I tremble, I expire!
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Dust to the dust! but the pure spirit shall flow Back to the burning fountain whence it came, A portion of the Eternal.
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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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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 the record of the best and happiest moments of the happiest and best minds.
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Familiar acts are beautiful through love.
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A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.
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I love snow, snow, and all the forms of radiant frost.
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