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A wild dissolving bliss Over my frame he breathed, approaching near, And bent his eyes of kindling tenderness Near mine, and on my lips impressed a lingering kiss.
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He gave man speech, and speech created thought, Which is the measure of the universe.
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Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds and waters are; I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne and yet must bear, Till death like sleep might steal on me, And I might feel in the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony.
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Most musical of mourners, weep again!
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All spirits are enslaved which serve things evil.
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The good want power, but to weep barren tears. The powerful goodness want: worse need for them. The wise want love; and those who love want wisdom; And all best things are thus confused to ill. Many are strong and rich, and would be just, But live among their suffering fellow-men As if none felt: they know not what they do.
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Alas! that all we loved of him should be, But for our grief, as if it had not been, And grief itself be mortal! Woe is me! Whence are we, and why are we? of what scene The actors or spectators?
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Belief is involuntary; nothing involuntary is meritorious or reprehensible. A man ought not to be considered worse or better for his belief.
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In a drama of the highest order there is little food for censure or hatred; it teaches rather self-knowledge and self-respect.
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The pleasure that is in sorrow is sweeter than the pleasure of pleasure itself.
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Chastity is a monkish and evangelical superstition, a greater foe to natural temperance even than unintellectual sensuality; it strikes at the root of all domestic happiness, and consigns more than half the human race to misery.
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The quick Dreams, The passion-winged Ministers of thought.
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To that high Capital, where kingly Death Keeps his pale court in beauty and decay, He came.
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Nor yet exempt, though ruling them like slaves, From chance, and death, and mutability, The clogs of that which else might oversoar The loftiest star of unascended heaven, Pinnacled dim in the intense inane.
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You lie-under a mistake, For this is the most civil sort of lie That can be given to a man's face. I now Say what I think.
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Then black despair, The shadow of a starless night, was thrown Over the world in which I moved alone.
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Fear not for the future, weep not for the past.
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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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My father Time is weak and gray With waiting for a better day; See how idiot-like he stands, Fumbling with his palsied hands!
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Most wretched men Are cradled into poetry by wrong; They learn in suffering what they teach in song.
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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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Let the blue sky overhead, The green earth on which ye tread, All that must eternal be Witness the solemnity.
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Rough wind, the moanest loud Grief too sad for song; Wild wind, when sullen cloud Knells all the night long; Sad storm, whose tears are vain, Bare woods, whose branches strain, Deep caves and dreary main, - Wail, for the world's wrong!
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Till the Future dares Forget the Past, his fate and fame shall be An echo and a light unto eternity!
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