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.
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEYHonour sits smiling at the sale of truth.
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Honour sits smiling at the sale of truth.
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I have drunken deep of joy, And I will taste no other wine tonight.
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I pant, I sink, I tremble, I expire!
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A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.
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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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War is the statesman’s game, the priest’s delight, the lawyer’s jest, the hired assassin’s trade.
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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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A 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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The more we study the more we discover our ignorance.
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O, wind, if winter comes, can spring be far behind?
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When the lamp is shattered The light in the dust lies dead – When the cloud is scattered The rainbow’s glory is shed.
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Familiar acts are beautiful through love.
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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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I wish no living thing to suffer pain.
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The great instrument of moral good is the imagination.
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