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The moon, like a flower in heaven's high bower, with silent delight sits and smiles on the night.
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The most sublime act is to set another before you.
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We are not meant to resolve all contradictions but to live with them and rise above them.
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Angels are happier than men and devils, because they are not always prying after good and evil in one another, and eating the tree of knowledge for Satan's gratification.
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Life delights in life.
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I see through my eyes, not with them.
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The vision of Christ that thou dost see Is my vision's greatest enemy.
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God only acts and is, in existing beings or men.
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Sleep, sleep, beauty bright,Dreaming o'er the joys of night.Sleep, sleep: in thy sleepLittle sorrows sit and weep.
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The grave is Heaven's golden gate, And rich and poor around it wait; O Shepherdess of England's fold, Behold this gate of pearl and gold!
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The Britons (say historians) were naked, civilized men, learned, studious, abstruse in thought and contemplation; naked, simple, plain in their acts and manners; wiser than after ages.
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He who desires, but acts not, breeds pestilence.
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Bring me an axe and spade, Bring me a winding-sheet; When I my grave have made Let winds and tempests beat: Then down I'll lie as cold as clay. True love doth pass away!
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God appears, and God is Light, to those poor souls who dwell in Night; but does a Human Form display to those who dwell in realms of Day.
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He who sees the Infinite in all things sees God.
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Energy is eternal delight.
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One law for the lion and ox is oppression.
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You've always had the power right there in your shoes, you just had to learn it for yourself.
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The Fool shall not enter into Heaven let him be ever so Holy.
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Oh! why was I born with a different face? why was I not born like the rest of my race? when I look,each one starts! when I speak, I offend; then Im silent & passive & lose every friend. Then my verse I dishonour, my pictures despise, my person degrade & my temper chastise; and the pen is my terror, the pencil my shame; all my talents I bury, and dead is my fame. Im either too low or too highly prized; when elate I m envy'd, when meek Im despis'd.
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The tigers of wrath are wiser than the horses of instruction.
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Every Night and every Morn Some to Misery are born. Every Morn and every Night Some are born to Sweet Delight, Some are born to Endless Night.
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Mere enthusiasm is the all in all... / Passion and expression are beauty itself.
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Shame is pride's cloak.