And Spring arose on the garden fair, Like the Spirit of Love felt everywhere; And each flower and herb on Earth’s dark breast rose from the dreams of its wintry rest.
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEYLove withers under constraints: its very essence is liberty: it is compatible neither with obedience, jealousy, nor fear.
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War is the statesman’s game, the priest’s delight, the lawyer’s jest, the hired assassin’s trade.
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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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Sometimes The Devil is a gentleman.
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The great instrument of moral good is the imagination.
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In fact, truth cannot be communicated until it is perceived.
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Familiar acts are beautiful through love.
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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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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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All of us who are worth anything, spend our manhood in unlearning the follies, or expiating the mistakes of our youth.
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I have been a wanderer among distant fields. I have sailed down mighty rivers.
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I have drunken deep of joy, And I will taste no other wine tonight.
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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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Worse than a bloody hand is a hard heart.
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I love tranquil solitude.
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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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