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If God has spoken, why is the world not convinced.

Percy Bysshe Shelley

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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
The great instrument of moral good is the imagination.
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Goodness Greatness Imagination Instrument Moral
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
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
Soul meets soul on lovers’ lips.
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Lips Lover One Liner Relationship Soul Trouble
All of us who are worth anything, spend our manhood in unlearning the follies, or expiating the mistakes of our youth.
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Learning Man Mistake Ourselves Worth Youth
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
The jealous keys of truth’s eternal doors.
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Door Forever Jealous Key Truth
Hell is a city much like London A populous and smoky city.
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City Fame Hell Popular Smoke
Love’s very pain is sweet.
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Love One Liner Pain Sweet
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 young moon has fed Her exhausted horn With the sunset’s fire.
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Exhaustion Fed Fire Moon Sun Young
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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Drive Fate Poor Rich Standard
Poetry lifts the veil from the hidden beauty of the world, and makes familiar objects be as if they were not familiar.
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Beautiful Hide Poetry World
Sometimes The Devil is a gentleman.
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Deep Devil Disguise Man One Liner
Worse than a bloody hand is a hard heart.
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Blood Hands Hard Heart Worst

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