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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

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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
Poets are the hierophants of an unapprehended inspiration; the mirrors of the gigantic shadows which futurity casts upon the present.
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Deep Future Inspirational Mirror Poet Present Shadow
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
Love withers under constraints: its very essence is liberty: it is compatible neither with obedience, jealousy, nor fear.
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Essence Fear Jealous Liberty Love Obedience
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
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
If God has spoken, why is the world not convinced.
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God Religion Satisfaction Talk World
Rise like Lions after slumber In unvanquishable number- Shake your chains to earth like dew Which in sleep had fallen on you Ye are many-they are few.
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Earth Fall Rise Sleep Yourself
Life and the world, or whatever we call that which we are and feel, is an astonishing thing. The mist of familiarity obscures from us the wonder of our being. We are struck with admiration at some of its transient modifications, but it is itself the great miracle.
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Beautiful Feeling Greatness Life Miracle Nature Wonderful World
Sing again, with your dear voice revealing. A tone Of some world far from ours, where music and moonlight and feeling are one.
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Feeling Light Moon Music Oneself Reveal Sing Voice World
Fear not for the future, weep not for the past.
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Cry Fear Future Past
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
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
The howl of self-interest is loud but the heart is black which throbs solely to its note.
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Black Heart Loud Note
A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.
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Bird Cheerful Darkness Poet Solitude Sound Sweet
Fame, power, and gold, are loved for their own sakes – are worshipped with a blind, habitual idolatry.
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Fame Gold Idol Love Power Worship
The young moon has fed Her exhausted horn With the sunset’s fire.
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Exhaustion Fed Fire Moon Sun Young
I love snow, snow, and all the forms of radiant frost.
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Love Myself Radiance Snow
Hell is a city much like London A populous and smoky city.
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City Fame Hell Popular Smoke
Worse than a bloody hand is a hard heart.
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Blood Hands Hard Heart Worst
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
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
It is not a merit to tolerate, but rather a crime to be intolerant.
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Crime Difference Tolerance
Soul meets soul on lovers’ lips.
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Lips Lover One Liner Relationship Soul Trouble
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
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
Familiar acts are beautiful through love.
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Act Action Beautiful Love

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