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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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History is a cyclic poem written by time upon the memories of man.
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I have been a wanderer among distant fields. I have sailed down mighty rivers.
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A single word even may be a spark of inextinguishable thought.
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Fate, Time, Occasion, Chance, and Change? To these All things are subject but eternal love.
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I love tranquil solitude And such society As is quiet, wise, and good.
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Goodness Love Myself Quiet Solitude Tranquility Wisdom
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
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
Words are but holy as the deeds they cover.
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Action Religious Word
Away, away, from men and towns, To the wild wood and the downs, – To the silent wilderness, Where the soul need not repress Its music.
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City Man Music Silence Soul Spiritual Wild
When a man marries, dies, or turns Hindu, his best friends hear no more of him.
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Death Friendship Himself Man Marriage Religion
I have drunken deep of joy, And I will taste no other wine tonight.
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Deep Drink Joy Taste Tonight Wine
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
And Spring arose on the garden fair, Like the Spirit of Love felt everywhere; And each flower and herb on Earth’s dark breast rose from the dreams of its wintry rest.
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Darkness Dreams Earth Fair Feeling Flower Garden Love Rest Rose Spirit
Poets are the hierophants of an unapprehended inspiration; the mirrors of the gigantic shadows which futurity casts upon the present.
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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
Fear not for the future, weep not for the past.
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Cry Fear Future Past

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