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Poetry lifts the veil from the hidden beauty of the world, and makes familiar objects be as if they were not familiar.

Percy Bysshe Shelley

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In fact, truth cannot be communicated until it is perceived.
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Communication Fact Fear Truth
If God has spoken, why is the world not convinced.
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God Religion Satisfaction Talk World
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
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
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
When a man marries, dies, or turns Hindu, his best friends hear no more of him.
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Death Friendship Himself Man Marriage Religion
Before man can be free, and equal, and truly wise, he must cast aside the chains of habit and superstition; he must strip sensuality of its pomp, and selfishness of its excuses, and contemplate actions and objects as they really are.
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY

Action Equality Freedom Habit Man Object Selfish True Wisdom
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
Life may change, but it may fly not; Hope may vanish, but can die not; Truth be veiled, but still it burneth; Love repulsed, – but it returneth!
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Change Death Fly Hope Life Return Truth
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
Love’s very pain is sweet.
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Love One Liner Pain Sweet
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
The great instrument of moral good is the imagination.
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Goodness Greatness Imagination Instrument Moral
The jealous keys of truth’s eternal doors.
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Door Forever Jealous Key Truth
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
Soul meets soul on lovers’ lips.
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Lips Lover One Liner Relationship Soul Trouble

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