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The man of virtuous soul commands not, nor obeys.

Percy Bysshe Shelley

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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
Soul meets soul on lovers’ lips.
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Lips Lover One Liner Relationship Soul Trouble
I pant, I sink, I tremble, I expire!
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Death Fear Myself Tremble
Joy, once lost, is pain.
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Joy Lost Pain
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
Love’s very pain is sweet.
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Love One Liner Pain Sweet
To hearts which near each other move From evening close to morning light,The night is good; because, my love,They never say good-night.
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Each Other Goodness Heart Light Love Morning Night
Words are but holy as the deeds they cover.
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Action Religious Word
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
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
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
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
A single word even may be a spark of inextinguishable thought.
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Literature Power Thinking Word
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
Strange thoughts beget strange deeds.
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Action One Liner Result Strange Thinking
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

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