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As belief is a passion of the mind, no degree of criminality is attachable to disbelief.
Percy Bysshe Shelley
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Percy Bysshe Shelley
Age: 29 †
Born: 1792
Born: August 4
Died: 1822
Died: July 8
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Image of rugged cliffs And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone, Love itself shall slumber on.
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Kiss me, so long but as a kiss may last!
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A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds his auditors are as men entranced by the melody of an unseen musician, who feel that they are moved and softened, yet know not whence or why.
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I love Love -- though he has wings, And like light can flee.
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