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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.

Percy Bysshe Shelley

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I love tranquil solitude And such society As is quiet, wise, and good.
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Worse than a bloody hand is a hard heart.
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Music, when soft voices die Vibrates in the memory.
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When a man marries, dies, or turns Hindu, his best friends hear no more of him.
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I pant, I sink, I tremble, I expire!
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Sometimes The Devil is a gentleman.
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