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The howl of self-interest is loud but the heart is black which throbs solely to its note.

Percy Bysshe Shelley

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Worse than a bloody hand is a hard heart.
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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
When a man marries, dies, or turns Hindu, his best friends hear no more of him.
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Music, when soft voices die Vibrates in the memory.
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The man of virtuous soul commands not, nor obeys.
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Command Man Obey Soul Virtue
A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.
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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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The young moon has fed Her exhausted horn With the sunset’s fire.
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Exhaustion Fed Fire Moon Sun Young
Poetry is the record of the best and happiest moments of the happiest and best minds.
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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
Away, away, from men and towns, To the wild wood and the downs, – To the silent wilderness, Where the soul need not repress Its music.
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City Man Music Silence Soul Spiritual Wild
I love tranquil solitude.
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Love Myself One Liner Solitude Tranquility
I have been a wanderer among distant fields. I have sailed down mighty rivers.
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Distance Field Myself River Travel
I have made my bed In charnels and on coffins, where black death Keeps record of the trophies won.
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Bed Black Death Myself Reward Win
The jealous keys of truth’s eternal doors.
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Sometimes it’s better to put love into hugs than to put it into words. Soul meets soul on lovers’ lips.
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Better Lips Love Soul Word

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