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Love’s very pain is sweet, But its reward is in the world divine Which, if not here, it builds beyond the grave.

Percy Bysshe Shelley

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I wish no living thing to suffer pain.
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Live Myself One Liner Pain Suffering
I love tranquil solitude And such society As is quiet, wise, and good.
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Goodness Love Myself Quiet Solitude Tranquility Wisdom
Poetry is a sword of lightning, ever unsheathed, which consumes the scabbard that would contain it.
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A single word even may be a spark of inextinguishable thought.
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Love’s very pain is sweet.
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Love One Liner Pain Sweet
In fact, truth cannot be communicated until it is perceived.
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Communication Fact Fear Truth
It is only by softening and disguising dead flesh by culinary preparation that it is rendered susceptible of mastication or digestion, and that the sight of its bloody juices and raw horror does not excite intolerable loathing and disgust.
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Blood Disguise Excitement Hate Horror Preparation Soft Tolerance
When a thing is said to be not worth refuting you may be sure that either it is flagrantly stupid – in which case all comment is superfluous – or it is something formidable, the very crux of the problem.
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Fragrance Problem Stupidity Worth Yourself
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
I love tranquil solitude.
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Love Myself One Liner Solitude Tranquility
Words are but holy as the deeds they cover.
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Action Religious Word
Music, when soft voices die Vibrates in the memory.
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Death Memories Music Soft Vibration Voice
A sensitive plant in a garden grew, And the young winds fed it with silver dew, And it opened its fan like leaves to the light, and closed them beneath the kisses of night.
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Garden Growth Kiss Light Night Open Plant Wind Young
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
Fear not for the future, weep not for the past.
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Cry Fear Future Past
The young moon has fed Her exhausted horn With the sunset’s fire.
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Exhaustion Fed Fire Moon Sun Young

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