Sometimes The Devil is a gentleman.
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEYI 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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I have drunken deep of joy, And I will taste no other wine tonight.
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Love’s very pain is sweet.
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Worse than a bloody hand is a hard heart.
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Honour sits smiling at the sale of truth.
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Hell is a city much like London A populous and smoky city.
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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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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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When a man marries, dies, or turns Hindu, his best friends hear no more of him.
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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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Away, away, from men and towns, To the wild wood and the downs, – To the silent wilderness, Where the soul need not repress Its music.
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I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under; And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.
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Only nature knows how to justly proportion to the fault the punishment it deserves.
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In fact, truth cannot be communicated until it is perceived.
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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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A sensitive plant in a garden grew, And the young winds fed it with silver dew, And it opened its fan like leaves to the light, and closed them beneath the kisses of night.
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