All love is sweet Given or returned. Common as light is love, And its familiar voice wearies not ever.
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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Man who man would be, must rule the empire of himself.
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When the power of imparting joy is equal to the will, the human soul requires no other heaven.
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The psychological and moral comfort of a presence at once humble and understanding-this is the greatest benefit that the dog has bestowed upon man.
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Strange thoughts beget strange deeds.
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This lake exceeds anything I ever beheld in beauty.
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Joy, once lost, is pain.
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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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I pant, I sink, I tremble, I expire!
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Then black despair, The shadow of a starless night, was thrown Over the world in which I moved alone.
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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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Sometimes The Devil is a gentleman.
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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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I love snow, snow, and all the forms of radiant frost.
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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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