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

Percy Bysshe Shelley

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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
The rich have become richer, and the poor have become poorer; and the vessel of the state is driven between the Scylla and Charybdis of anarchy and despotism.
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Drive Fate Poor Rich Standard
If a person’s religious ideas correspond not with your own, love him nevertheless.
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Himself Ideas Love Person Religious
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
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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Age Art Artist Creation Music Painting Philosophy Poet
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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Laughter Myself Rain Thunder Travel
Fate, Time, Occasion, Chance, and Change? To these All things are subject but eternal love.
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Chance Change Fate Forever Love Time
Worse than a bloody hand is a hard heart.
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Blood Hands Hard Heart Worst
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
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
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
I have drunken deep of joy, And I will taste no other wine tonight.
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Deep Drink Joy Taste Tonight Wine
I pant, I sink, I tremble, I expire!
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Death Fear Myself Tremble
When a thing is said to be not worth refuting you may be sure that either it is flagrantly stupid – in which case all comment is superfluous – or it is something formidable, the very crux of the problem.
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Fragrance Problem Stupidity Worth Yourself
A single word even may be a spark of inextinguishable thought.
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Literature Power Thinking Word
Joy, once lost, is pain.
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Joy Lost Pain

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