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Are we not formed, as notes of music are, For one another, though dissimilar?

Percy Bysshe Shelley

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A man, to be greatly good, must imagine intensely and comprehensively; he must put himself in the place of another and of many others; the pains and pleasures of his species must become his own.
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Goodness Greatness Happiness Himself Imagination Intense Man Pain Place
Music, when soft voices die Vibrates in the memory.
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Death Memories Music Soft Vibration Voice
The man of virtuous soul commands not, nor obeys.
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Command Man Obey Soul Virtue
Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
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Music Ourselves Sadness Song Sweet Talk Thinking
Then black despair, The shadow of a starless night, was thrown Over the world in which I moved alone.
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Alone Black Myself Night Shadow Star World
All of us who are worth anything, spend our manhood in unlearning the follies, or expiating the mistakes of our youth.
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Learning Man Mistake Ourselves Worth Youth
Fate, Time, Occasion, Chance, and Change? To these All things are subject but eternal love.
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Chance Change Fate Forever Love Time
I wish no living thing to suffer pain.
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Live Myself One Liner Pain Suffering
We look before and after, And pine for what is not; Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
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Laughter Look Pain Sadness Sincere Song Sweet Thinking
I love snow, snow, and all the forms of radiant frost.
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Love Myself Radiance Snow
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
Nothing wilts faster than laurels that have been rested upon.
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Death Fast Rest
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
There Is No God. This negation must be understood solely to affect a creative Deity. The hypothesis of a pervading Spirit co-eternal with the universe remains unshaken.
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Creation God Spirit Understand Universe
The great instrument of moral good is the imagination.
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Goodness Greatness Imagination Instrument Moral
Soul meets soul on lovers’ lips.
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Lips Lover One Liner Relationship Soul Trouble

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