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Dar'st thou amid the varied multitude To live alone, an isolated thing?
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Chameleons feed on light and air: Poets' food is love and fame.
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Fame is love disguised.
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Men of England, wherefore plough For the lords who lay ye low?
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Hell is a city much like London -- A populous and smoky city.
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Teas, Where small talk dies in agonies.
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I have drunken deep of joy, And I will taste no other wine tonight.
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A lovely lady, garmented in light From her own beauty.
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His fine wit Makes such a wound, the knife is lost in it.
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There is no sport in hate where all the rage Is on one side.
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Lift not the painted veil which those who live Call Life.
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That orbed maiden with white fire laden, Whom mortals call the moon.
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What! alive, and so bold, O earth?
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A Christian, a Deist, a Turk, and a Jew, have equal rights: they are men and brethren.
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How wonderful is Death, Death and his brother Sleep!
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Gold is a living god and rules in scorn, All earthly things but virtue.
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The word of God has fenced about all crimes with Holiness.
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Can man be free if woman be a slave?
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Fear not the future, weep not for the past.
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It doth repent me; words are quick and vain; Grief for awhile is blind, and so was mine.
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Thy words are like a cloud of winged snakes; And yet I pity those they torture not.
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The dust of creeds outworn.
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On a poet's lips I slept In the sound his breathing kept.
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To know nor faith, nor love, nor law, to be Omnipotent but friendless, is to reign.
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He gave man speech, and speech created thought, Which is the measure of the universe.
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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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Soul meets soul on lovers' lips.
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Wild Spirit, which art moving everywhere; Destroyer and preserver; hear, oh, hear!
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Oh, lift me as a wave, a leaf, a cloud! I fall upon the thorns of life! I bleed!
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Like an unbodied joy whose race is just begun.
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Thou art unseen, but yet I hear thy shrill delight.
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We are all Greeks. Our laws, our literature, our religion, our arts have their root in Greece.
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Kings are like stars -- they rise and set, they have The worship of the world, but no repose.
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Let there be light! said Liberty, Athens arose!
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The world is weary of the past, Oh, might it die or rest at last!
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I never thought before my death to see Youth's vision thus made perfect.
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Most musical of mourners, weep again!
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He died, Blind, old, and lonely.
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The quick Dreams, The passion-winged Ministers of thought.
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From the great morning of the world when first God dawned on Chaos.
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The intense atom glows A moment, then is quenched in a most cold repose.
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He is a portion of the loveliness Which once he made more lovely.
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The soul of Adonais, like a star, Beacons from the abode where the Eternal are.
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