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Dust to the dust! but the pure spirit shall flow Back to the burning fountain whence it came, A portion of the Eternal.

Percy Bysshe Shelley

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First our pleasures die – and then our hopes, and then our fears – and when these are dead, the debt is due dust claims dust – and we die too.
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Death Fear Happiness Hope Ourselves
If a person’s religious ideas correspond not with your own, love him nevertheless.
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Himself Ideas Love Person Religious
Are we not formed, as notes of music are, For one another, though dissimilar?
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Build Music Oneself Togetherness
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
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.
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Evil Goodness Government Man Necessary Thinking Vice Willing
Hell is a city much like London A populous and smoky city.
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City Fame Hell Popular Smoke
Joy, once lost, is pain.
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Joy Lost Pain
Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
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Music Ourselves Sadness Song Sweet Talk Thinking
When the lamp is shattered The light in the dust lies dead – When the cloud is scattered The rainbow’s glory is shed.
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Break Death Glory Lie Light
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
The young moon has fed Her exhausted horn With the sunset’s fire.
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Exhaustion Fed Fire Moon Sun Young
The jealous keys of truth’s eternal doors.
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Door Forever Jealous Key Truth
Words are but holy as the deeds they cover.
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Action Religious Word
Poetry lifts the veil from the hidden beauty of the world, and makes familiar objects be as if they were not familiar.
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Beautiful Hide Poetry World
I pant, I sink, I tremble, I expire!
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Death Fear Myself Tremble
Love’s very pain is sweet.
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Love One Liner Pain Sweet

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