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Government is an evil; it is only the thoughtlessness and vices of men that make it a necessary evil. When all men are good and wise, government will of itself decay.

Percy Bysshe Shelley

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Poetry is the record of the best and happiest moments of the happiest and best minds.
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Best Happiness Mindset Moments Poetry Record
I wish no living thing to suffer pain.
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Live Myself One Liner Pain Suffering
Rise like Lions after slumber In unvanquishable number- Shake your chains to earth like dew Which in sleep had fallen on you Ye are many-they are few.
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Earth Fall Rise Sleep Yourself
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
Fear not for the future, weep not for the past.
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Cry Fear Future Past
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
I pant, I sink, I tremble, I expire!
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Death Fear Myself Tremble
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
O, wind, if winter comes, can spring be far behind?
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Hard Time Inspirational Spring Struggle Wind
Words are but holy as the deeds they cover.
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Action Religious Word
Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
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Music Ourselves Sadness Song Sweet Talk Thinking
Joy, once lost, is pain.
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Joy Lost Pain
Worse than a bloody hand is a hard heart.
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Blood Hands Hard Heart Worst
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
Music, when soft voices die Vibrates in the memory.
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Death Memories Music Soft Vibration Voice
Fame, power, and gold, are loved for their own sakes – are worshipped with a blind, habitual idolatry.
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Fame Gold Idol Love Power Worship

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