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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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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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Fate, Time, Occasion, Chance, and Change? To these All things are subject but eternal love.
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Poetry lifts the veil from the hidden beauty of the world, and makes familiar objects be as if they were not familiar.
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If God has spoken, why is the world not convinced.
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The pleasure that is in sorrow is sweeter than the pleasure of pleasure itself.
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There Is No God. This negation must be understood solely to affect a creative Deity. The hypothesis of a pervading Spirit co-eternal with the universe remains unshaken.
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All love is sweet Given or returned. Common as light is love, And its familiar voice wearies not ever.
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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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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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Soul meets soul on lovers’ lips.
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Worse than a bloody hand is a hard heart.
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I love tranquil solitude And such society As is quiet, wise, and good.
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Sing again, with your dear voice revealing. A tone Of some world far from ours, where music and moonlight and feeling are one.
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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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Honour sits smiling at the sale of truth.
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