The man of virtuous soul commands not, nor obeys.
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEYHistory is a cyclic poem written by time upon the memories of man.
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There is no disease, bodily or mental, which adoption of vegetable diet, and pure water has not infallibly mitigated, wherever the experiment has been fairly tried.
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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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A single word even may be a spark of inextinguishable thought.
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Sometimes it’s better to put love into hugs than to put it into words. Soul meets soul on lovers’ lips.
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Before man can be free, and equal, and truly wise, he must cast aside the chains of habit and superstition; he must strip sensuality of its pomp, and selfishness of its excuses, and contemplate actions and objects as they really are.
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Poets are the hierophants of an unapprehended inspiration; the mirrors of the gigantic shadows which futurity casts upon the present.
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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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Fate, Time, Occasion, Chance, and Change? To these All things are subject but eternal love.
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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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Are we not formed, as notes of music are, For one another, though dissimilar?
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The jealous keys of truth’s eternal doors.
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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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Hell is a city much like London A populous and smoky city.
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There is a harmony in autumn, and a luster in its sky, which through the summer is not heard or seen, as if it could not be, as if it had not been!
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Nothing wilts faster than laurels that have been rested upon.
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