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Joy, once lost, is pain.

Percy Bysshe Shelley

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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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Sometimes The Devil is a gentleman.
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Music, when soft voices die Vibrates in the memory.
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Words are but holy as the deeds they cover.
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Poetry is a sword of lightning, ever unsheathed, which consumes the scabbard that would contain it.
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Hell is a city much like London A populous and smoky city.
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Poetry is the record of the best and happiest moments of the happiest and best minds.
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Fate, Time, Occasion, Chance, and Change? To these All things are subject but eternal love.
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The rich have become richer, and the poor have become poorer; and the vessel of the state is driven between the Scylla and Charybdis of anarchy and despotism.
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Government is an evil; it is only the thoughtlessness and vices of men that make it a necessary evil. When all men are good and wise, government will of itself decay.
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Evil Goodness Government Man Necessary Thinking Vice Willing
I have been a wanderer among distant fields. I have sailed down mighty rivers.
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Distance Field Myself River Travel
The more we study the more we discover our ignorance.
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Poets are the hierophants of an unapprehended inspiration; the mirrors of the gigantic shadows which futurity casts upon the present.
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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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Joy, once lost, is pain.
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Joy Lost Pain
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

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