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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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