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The moon of Mahomet Arose, and it shall set; While, blazoned as on heaven's immortal noon, The cross leads generations on.
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The pale stars are gone! For the sun, their swift shepherd, To their folds them compelling, In the depths of the dawn, Hastes, in meteor-eclipsing array, and the flee Beyond his blue dwelling, As fawns flee the leopard.
Percy Bysshe Shelley
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For after the rain when with never a stain The pavilion of Heaven is bare, And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams Build up the blue dome of air, I silently laugh at my own cenotaph, And out of the caverns of rain, Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb, I arise and unbuild it again.
Percy Bysshe Shelley
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Death is the veil which those who live call life; They sleep, and it is lifted.
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Familiar acts are beautiful through love.
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I love tranquil solitude, And such society As is quiet, wise, and good; Between thee and me What difference? but thou dost possess The things I seek, not love them less.
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The intense atom glows A moment, then is quenched in a most cold repose.
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Music, when soft voices die Vibrates in the memory.
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Once, early in the morning, Beelzebub arose, With care his sweet person adorning, He put on his Sunday clothes.
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Hell is a city much like London - A populous and smoky city.
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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 Shelley
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That orbed maiden with white fire laden, Whom mortals call the moon.
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Twin-sister of Religion, Selfishness.
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The soul's joy lies in doing.
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We look before and after, And pine for what is not; Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
Percy Bysshe Shelley
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Peter was dull; he was at first Dull,-oh so dull, so very dull! Whether he talked, wrote, or rehearsed, Still with this dulness was he cursed! Dull,-beyond all conception, dull.
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Government is an evil; it is only the thoughtlessness and vices of men that make it a necessary evil. When all men are good and wise, government will of itself decay.
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Reason respects the differences, and imagination the similitudes of things.
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What is Freedom? - ye can tell That which slavery is, too well - For its very name has grown To an echo of your own.
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When my cats aren't happy, I'm not happy. Not because I care about their mood but because I know they're just sitting there thinking up ways to get even.
Percy Bysshe Shelley
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Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
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His fine wit Makes such a wound, the knife is lost in it.
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From the haunts of daily life Where is waged the daily strife With common wants and common cares Which sows the human heart with tares.
Percy Bysshe Shelley
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I met Murder on the way - He had a mask like Castlereagh - Very smooth he looked, yet grim; Seven blood-hounds followed him.
Percy Bysshe Shelley
