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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.

Percy Bysshe Shelley

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The howl of self-interest is loud but the heart is black which throbs solely to its note.
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This lake exceeds anything I ever beheld in beauty.
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Music, when soft voices die Vibrates in the memory.
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The great instrument of moral good is the imagination.
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When a man marries, dies, or turns Hindu, his best friends hear no more of him.
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If God has spoken, why is the world not convinced.
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Poets, not otherwise than philosophers, painters, sculptors, and musicians, are, in one sense, the creators, and, in another, the creations, of their age.
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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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Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
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Hell is a city much like London A populous and smoky city.
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Joy, once lost, is pain.
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Nothing in the world is single, All things by a law divine, In one spirit meet and mingle-Why not I with thine?
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Fear not for the future, weep not for the past.
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Rise like Lions after slumber In unvanquishable number- Shake your chains to earth like dew Which in sleep had fallen on you Ye are many-they are few.
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Soul meets soul on lovers’ lips.
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In fact, truth cannot be communicated until it is perceived.
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