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History is a cyclic poem written by time upon the memories of man.

Percy Bysshe Shelley

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If a person’s religious ideas correspond not with your own, love him nevertheless.
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Himself Ideas Love Person Religious
It is not a merit to tolerate, but rather a crime to be intolerant.
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Crime Difference Tolerance
A single word even may be a spark of inextinguishable thought.
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Literature Power Thinking Word
When my cats aren’t happy, I’m not happy. Not because I care about their mood but because I know they’re just sitting there thinking up ways to get even.
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Care Cat Happiness Myself Thinking Way
Soul meets soul on lovers’ lips.
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Lips Lover One Liner Relationship Soul Trouble
All of us who are worth anything, spend our manhood in unlearning the follies, or expiating the mistakes of our youth.
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Learning Man Mistake Ourselves Worth Youth
Life and the world, or whatever we call that which we are and feel, is an astonishing thing. The mist of familiarity obscures from us the wonder of our being. We are struck with admiration at some of its transient modifications, but it is itself the great miracle.
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Beautiful Feeling Greatness Life Miracle Nature Wonderful World
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
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
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
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
This lake exceeds anything I ever beheld in beauty.
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Appearance Beautiful Lake Myself
I love tranquil solitude.
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Love Myself One Liner Solitude Tranquility
See the mountains kiss high Heaven And the waves clasp one another; No sister-flower would be forgiven If it disdained its brother; And the sunlight clasps the earth, And the moonbeams kiss the sea – What is all this sweet work worth If thou kiss not me?
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Earth Forgiveness Heaven Kiss Mountain Nature See Sister Sun Wave Yourself
I love all waste And solitary places; where we taste The pleasure of believing what we see Is boundless, as we wish our souls to be.
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Believe Love Ourselves Place See Soul Wasted
Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
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Music Ourselves Sadness Song Sweet Talk Thinking

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