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I pant, I sink, I tremble, I expire!

Percy Bysshe Shelley

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Worse than a bloody hand is a hard heart.
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Blood Hands Hard Heart Worst
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
There is no disease, bodily or mental, which adoption of vegetable diet, and pure water has not infallibly mitigated, wherever the experiment has been fairly tried.
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Soul meets soul on lovers’ lips.
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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
Sometimes The Devil is a gentleman.
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Deep Devil Disguise Man One Liner
Words are but holy as the deeds they cover.
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If a person’s religious ideas correspond not with your own, love him nevertheless.
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Himself Ideas Love Person Religious
I pant, I sink, I tremble, I expire!
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Death Fear Myself Tremble
Love’s very pain is sweet, But its reward is in the world divine Which, if not here, it builds beyond the grave.
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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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Deep Future Inspirational Mirror Poet Present Shadow
If God has spoken, why is the world not convinced.
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God Religion Satisfaction Talk World
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
Joy, once lost, is pain.
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Joy Lost Pain
I love snow, snow, and all the forms of radiant frost.
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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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