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A single word even may be a spark of inextinguishable thought.

Percy Bysshe Shelley

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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
The rich have become richer, and the poor have become poorer; and the vessel of the state is driven between the Scylla and Charybdis of anarchy and despotism.
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Drive Fate Poor Rich Standard
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
Heaven’s ebon vault Studded with stars unutterably bright, Through which the moon’s unclouded grandeur rolls, Seems like a canopy which love has spread To curtain her sleeping world.
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Bright Heaven Herself Love Moon Sleep Stars World
Love’s very pain is sweet, But its reward is in the world divine Which, if not here, it builds beyond the grave.
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Beyond Build Death Deep Divine Grave Love Pain Reward Sweet World
War is the statesman’s game, the priest’s delight, the lawyer’s jest, the hired assassin’s trade.
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Game Law Trade War
Fear not for the future, weep not for the past.
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Cry Fear Future Past
If God has spoken, why is the world not convinced.
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God Religion Satisfaction Talk World
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
History is a cyclic poem written by time upon the memories of man.
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History Man Memories Poem Writing
Dust to the dust! but the pure spirit shall flow Back to the burning fountain whence it came, A portion of the Eternal.
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Burn Flow Forever Fountain Pure Spirit
Only nature knows how to justly proportion to the fault the punishment it deserves.
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Deserve Justice Nature Punishment
O, wind, if winter comes, can spring be far behind?
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Hard Time Inspirational Spring Struggle Wind
Poetry lifts the veil from the hidden beauty of the world, and makes familiar objects be as if they were not familiar.
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Beautiful Hide Poetry World
See the mountains kiss high Heaven And the waves clasp one another; No sister-flower would be forgiven If it disdained its brother; And the sunlight clasps the earth, And the moonbeams kiss the sea – What is all this sweet work worth If thou kiss not me?
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Earth Forgiveness Heaven Kiss Mountain Nature See Sister Sun Wave Yourself
Sometimes The Devil is a gentleman.
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Deep Devil Disguise Man One Liner

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