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

Percy Bysshe Shelley

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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
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
If a person’s religious ideas correspond not with your own, love him nevertheless.
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Himself Ideas Love Person Religious
Poetry is a sword of lightning, ever unsheathed, which consumes the scabbard that would contain it.
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Consumption Light Poet Poetry Power
When the lamp is shattered The light in the dust lies dead – When the cloud is scattered The rainbow’s glory is shed.
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Break Death Glory Lie Light
I love tranquil solitude And such society As is quiet, wise, and good.
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Goodness Love Myself Quiet Solitude Tranquility Wisdom
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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Body Experiment Fair Mental Purity Sick Try Water
I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under; And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.
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Laughter Myself Rain Thunder Travel
The young moon has fed Her exhausted horn With the sunset’s fire.
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Exhaustion Fed Fire Moon Sun Young
This lake exceeds anything I ever beheld in beauty.
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Appearance Beautiful Lake Myself
The pleasure that is in sorrow is sweeter than the pleasure of pleasure itself.
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Happiness Sorrow Sweet
If God has spoken, why is the world not convinced.
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God Religion Satisfaction Talk World
I love snow, snow, and all the forms of radiant frost.
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Love Myself Radiance Snow
All love is sweet Given or returned. Common as light is love, And its familiar voice wearies not ever.
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Light Love Return Voice
Sometimes it’s better to put love into hugs than to put it into words. Soul meets soul on lovers’ lips.
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Better Lips Love Soul Word
I wish no living thing to suffer pain.
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Live Myself One Liner Pain Suffering
Nothing wilts faster than laurels that have been rested upon.
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Death Fast Rest
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.
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Action Equality Freedom Habit Man Object Selfish True Wisdom
I pant, I sink, I tremble, I expire!
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Death Fear Myself Tremble
Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
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Music Ourselves Sadness Song Sweet Talk Thinking
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
Joy, once lost, is pain.
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Joy Lost Pain
O, wind, if winter comes, can spring be far behind?
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Hard Time Inspirational Spring Struggle Wind
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
Soul meets soul on lovers’ lips.
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Lips Lover One Liner Relationship Soul Trouble
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
Strange thoughts beget strange deeds.
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Action One Liner Result Strange Thinking

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