Our sweetest songs are those of saddest thought.
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Percy Bysshe Shelley
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Venice, it's temples and palaces did seem like fabrics of enchantment piled to heaven.

By Percy Bysshe Shelley

To hearts which near each other move

By Percy Bysshe Shelley

Soul meets soul on lovers lips.

By Percy Bysshe Shelley

The sunlight claps the earth, and the moonbeams kiss the sea: what are all these kissings worth, if thou kiss not me?

By Percy Bysshe Shelley

Poetry lifts the veil from the hidden beauty of the world, and makes familiar objects be as if they were not familiar.

By Percy Bysshe Shelley
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