Fame, power, and gold, are loved for their own sakes – are worshipped with a blind, habitual idolatry.
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEYA man, to be greatly good, must imagine intensely and comprehensively; he must put himself in the place of another and of many others; the pains and pleasures of his species must become his own.
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I love snow, snow, and all the forms of radiant frost.
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Life may change, but it may fly not; Hope may vanish, but can die not; Truth be veiled, but still it burneth; Love repulsed, – but it returneth!
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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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The pleasure that is in sorrow is sweeter than the pleasure of pleasure itself.
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First our pleasures die – and then our hopes, and then our fears – and when these are dead, the debt is due dust claims dust – and we die too.
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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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Fear not for the future, weep not for the past.
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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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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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Words are but holy as the deeds they cover.
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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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I have made my bed In charnels and on coffins, where black death Keeps record of the trophies won.
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Fate, Time, Occasion, Chance, and Change? To these All things are subject but eternal love.
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It is not a merit to tolerate, but rather a crime to be intolerant.
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Only nature knows how to justly proportion to the fault the punishment it deserves.
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