Common sense isn't.
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| Farewell! For in that word, that fatal word,-howe'er We promise, hope, believe,-there breathes despair. |
| ~ Lord Byron, The Corsair. Canto i. Stanza 15. ~ |
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| Now came still evening on, and twilight gray Had in her sober livery all things clad; Silence accompany'd; for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests, Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale; She all night long her amorous descant sung; Silence was pleas'd. Now glow'd the firmament With living sapphires; Hesperus, that led The starry host, rode brightest, till the moon, Rising in clouded majesty, at length Apparent queen unveil'd her peerless light, And o'er the dark her silver mantle threw. |
| ~ John Milton, Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 598. ~ |
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| Poets are the hierophants of an unapprehended inspiration; the mirrors of the gigantic shadows which futurity casts upon the present. |
| ~ Percy Bysshe Shelley ~ |
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| If this myth is tragic, that is because its hero is conscious. Where would his torture be, indeed, if at every step the hope of succeeding upheld him? The workman of today works every day in his life at the same tasks, and this fate is no less absurd. But it is tragic only at the rare moments when it becomes conscious. |
| ~ The Myth of Sisyphus, Albert Camus (1913 - 1960) ~ |
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| That all-softening, overpowering knell, The tocsin of the soul,-the dinner bell. |
| ~ Lord Byron, Don Juan. Canto v. Stanza 49. ~ |
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| By all that 's good and glorious. |
| ~ Lord Byron, Sardanapalus. Act i. Sc. 2. ~ |
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| Chords that vibrate sweetest pleasure Thrill the deepest notes of woe. |
| ~ Robert Burns, Sweet Sensibility. ~ |
Common sense isn't.
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