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Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.

Percy Bysshe Shelley

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Away, away, from men and towns, To the wild wood and the downs, – To the silent wilderness, Where the soul need not repress Its music.
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City Man Music Silence Soul Spiritual Wild
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
Love’s very pain is sweet.
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Love One Liner Pain Sweet
Sometimes The Devil is a gentleman.
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Deep Devil Disguise Man One Liner
Honour sits smiling at the sale of truth.
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Honor One Liner Smile 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
I love tranquil solitude And such society As is quiet, wise, and good.
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Goodness Love Myself Quiet Solitude Tranquility Wisdom
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
I have been a wanderer among distant fields. I have sailed down mighty rivers.
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Distance Field Myself River Travel
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
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
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
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
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
The more we study the more we discover our ignorance.
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Deep Discover Ignorance Ourselves Study Wisdom
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

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