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The pleasure that is in sorrow is sweeter than the pleasure of pleasure itself.

Percy Bysshe Shelley

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All love is sweet Given or returned. Common as light is love, And its familiar voice wearies not ever.
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Light Love Return Voice
The jealous keys of truth’s eternal doors.
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Door Forever Jealous Key Truth
When my cats aren’t happy, I’m not happy. Not because I care about their mood but because I know they’re just sitting there thinking up ways to get even.
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Care Cat Happiness Myself Thinking Way
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
Soul meets soul on lovers’ lips.
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Lips Lover One Liner Relationship Soul Trouble
The more we study the more we discover our ignorance.
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Deep Discover Ignorance Ourselves Study Wisdom
Familiar acts are beautiful through love.
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Act Action Beautiful Love
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
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
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
There is a harmony in autumn, and a luster in its sky, which through the summer is not heard or seen, as if it could not be, as if it had not been!
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Autumn Harmony See Sky Summer Thinking
Only nature knows how to justly proportion to the fault the punishment it deserves.
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Deserve Justice Nature Punishment
Music, when soft voices die Vibrates in the memory.
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Death Memories Music Soft Vibration Voice
The great instrument of moral good is the imagination.
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Goodness Greatness Imagination Instrument Moral
O, wind, if winter comes, can spring be far behind?
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Hard Time Inspirational Spring Struggle Wind
When the lamp is shattered The light in the dust lies dead – When the cloud is scattered The rainbow’s glory is shed.
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Break Death Glory Lie Light

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