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Sing again, with your dear voice revealing. A tone Of some world far from ours, where music and moonlight and feeling are one.

Percy Bysshe Shelley

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In fact, truth cannot be communicated until it is perceived.
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Only nature knows how to justly proportion to the fault the punishment it deserves.
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Deserve Justice Nature Punishment
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
I love snow, snow, and all the forms of radiant frost.
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Fear not for the future, weep not for the past.
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Cry Fear Future Past
War is the statesman’s game, the priest’s delight, the lawyer’s jest, the hired assassin’s trade.
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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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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
All love is sweet Given or returned. Common as light is love, And its familiar voice wearies not ever.
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Light Love Return 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
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
Love withers under constraints: its very essence is liberty: it is compatible neither with obedience, jealousy, nor fear.
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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.
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Poets, not otherwise than philosophers, painters, sculptors, and musicians, are, in one sense, the creators, and, in another, the creations, of their age.
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I have been a wanderer among distant fields. I have sailed down mighty rivers.
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Joy, once lost, is pain.
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