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Hell is a city much like London A populous and smoky city.

Percy Bysshe Shelley

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I arise from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep of night, when the winds are breathing low, and the stars are shining bright.
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Breathe Bright Dreams Night Shine Sleep Stars
The warm sun is failing, the bleak wind is wailing, The bare boughs are sighing, the pale flowers are dying, And the Year On the earth her death-bed, in a shroud of leaves dead, Is lying.
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Bed Death Earth Failure Flower Leaving Lying Sun Warm Wind
It is not a merit to tolerate, but rather a crime to be intolerant.
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Crime Difference Tolerance
A single word even may be a spark of inextinguishable thought.
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Literature Power Thinking Word
I have been a wanderer among distant fields. I have sailed down mighty rivers.
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Distance Field Myself River Travel
Fame, power, and gold, are loved for their own sakes – are worshipped with a blind, habitual idolatry.
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Fame Gold Idol Love Power Worship
Sing again, with your dear voice revealing. A tone Of some world far from ours, where music and moonlight and feeling are one.
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Feeling Light Moon Music Oneself Reveal Sing Voice World
Before man can be free, and equal, and truly wise, he must cast aside the chains of habit and superstition; he must strip sensuality of its pomp, and selfishness of its excuses, and contemplate actions and objects as they really are.
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Action Equality Freedom Habit Man Object Selfish True Wisdom
Poetry is the record of the best and happiest moments of the happiest and best minds.
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Best Happiness Mindset Moments Poetry Record
A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.
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Bird Cheerful Darkness Poet Solitude Sound Sweet
The more we study the more we discover our ignorance.
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Deep Discover Ignorance Ourselves Study Wisdom
The young moon has fed Her exhausted horn With the sunset’s fire.
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Exhaustion Fed Fire Moon Sun Young
When the lamp is shattered The light in the dust lies dead – When the cloud is scattered The rainbow’s glory is shed.
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY

Break Death Glory Lie Light
And Spring arose on the garden fair, Like the Spirit of Love felt everywhere; And each flower and herb on Earth’s dark breast rose from the dreams of its wintry rest.
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Darkness Dreams Earth Fair Feeling Flower Garden Love Rest Rose Spirit
Joy, once lost, is pain.
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Joy Lost Pain
The jealous keys of truth’s eternal doors.
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Door Forever Jealous Key Truth

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