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Percy Bysshe Shelley

"That orbed maiden with white fire laden Whom mortals call the moon."

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"That orbed maiden with white fire laden Whom mortals call the moon."

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Akiroq Brost

"One can't write for all readers. A poet cannot write for people who don't like poetry."

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"A tough life needs a tough language-and that is what poetry is. That is what literature offers-a language powerful enough to say how it is."

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"Then I discovered I loved writing poetry more than fiction."

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"I suppose that's how it looks in prose. But it's very different if you look at it through poetry and I think it's nicer' Anne recovered herself and her eyes shone and her cheeks flushed 'to look at it through poetry."

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"Poetry is a sword of lightning, ever unsheathed, which consumes the scabbard that would contain it."

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"A poet is not an inventor. A poet is a player that plays with words on the field of human imagination to excite a reader's mind with the colors of emotion."

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"The sources of poetry are in the spirit seeking completeness."

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"Poetry is rather an approach to things, to life, than it is typographical production."

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"My soul is wrapped in harsh repose,Midnight descends in raven-colored clothes,But soft... behold!A sunlight beamButting a swath of glimmering gleam.My heart expands,'tis grown a bulge in it,Inspired by your beauty...Effulgent."

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"The Spring I seek is in a new face only."

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"All of us who are worth anything, spend our manhood in unlearning the follies, or expiating the mistakes of our youth."
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"We rest; a dream has power to poison sleep.We rise; one wand'ring thought pollutes the day.We feel, conceive, or reason; laugh or weep,Embrace fond woe, or cast our cares away;It is the same: for, be it joy or sorrow,The path of its departure still is free.Man's yesterday may ne'er be like his morrow;Nought may endure but Mutability!"
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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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"I think that the leaf of a tree, the meanest insect on which we trample, are in themselves arguments more conclusive than any which can be adduced that some vast intellect animates Infinity."
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"O weep for Adonis - He is dead.' 'Peace. He is not dead he doth not sleep - he hath wakened from the dream of life."
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"Soul meets soul on lovers' lips."
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"Sorrow, terror, anguish, despair itself are often the chosen expressions of an approximation to the highest good. Our sympathy in tragic fiction depends on this principle; tragedy delights by affording a shadow of the pleasure which exists in pain. This is the source also of the melancholy which is inseparable from the sweetest melody. The pleasure that is in sorrow is sweeter than the pleasure of pleasure itself."
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"And in a mad tranceStrike with our spirit's knifeInvulnerable nothingsWe decayLike corpses in a charnelFear & GriefConvulse is & consume usDay by dayAnd cold hopes swarmLike worms withinOur living clay."
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"I have sent books and music there, and all / Those instruments with which high spirits call / The future from its cradle, and the past / Out of its grave, and make the present last / In thoughts and joys which sleep, but cannot die, / Folded within their own eternity."
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