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Man who man would be, must rule the empire of himself.

Percy Bysshe Shelley

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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
Music, when soft voices die Vibrates in the memory.
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Death Memories Music Soft Vibration Voice
Strange thoughts beget strange deeds.
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Action One Liner Result Strange Thinking
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 single word even may be a spark of inextinguishable thought.
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Literature Power Thinking Word
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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Beyond Build Death Deep Divine Grave Love Pain Reward Sweet World
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
Joy, once lost, is pain.
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Joy Lost Pain
I love all waste And solitary places; where we taste The pleasure of believing what we see Is boundless, as we wish our souls to be.
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Believe Love Ourselves Place See Soul Wasted
The great instrument of moral good is the imagination.
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Goodness Greatness Imagination Instrument Moral
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
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
War is the statesman’s game, the priest’s delight, the lawyer’s jest, the hired assassin’s trade.
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Game Law Trade War
I love tranquil solitude.
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Love Myself One Liner Solitude Tranquility
I have drunken deep of joy, And I will taste no other wine tonight.
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Deep Drink Joy Taste Tonight Wine
When the power of imparting joy is equal to the will, the human soul requires no other heaven.
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Equality Heaven Human Joy Power Soul Willing

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