Honour sits smiling at the sale of truth.
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEYPoets are the hierophants of an unapprehended inspiration; the mirrors of the gigantic shadows which futurity casts upon the present.
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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.
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I pant, I sink, I tremble, I expire!
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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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The pleasure that is in sorrow is sweeter than the pleasure of pleasure itself.
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Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
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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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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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This lake exceeds anything I ever beheld in beauty.
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It is only by softening and disguising dead flesh by culinary preparation that it is rendered susceptible of mastication or digestion, and that the sight of its bloody juices and raw horror does not excite intolerable loathing and disgust.
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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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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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Poetry is a sword of lightning, ever unsheathed, which consumes the scabbard that would contain it.
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Words are but holy as the deeds they cover.
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When the power of imparting joy is equal to the will, the human soul requires no other heaven.
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