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I arise from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep of night, when the winds are breathing low, and the stars are shining bright.

Percy Bysshe Shelley

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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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Action Equality Freedom Habit Man Object Selfish True Wisdom
Music, when soft voices die Vibrates in the memory.
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Death Memories Music Soft Vibration Voice
Love’s very pain is sweet.
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Love One Liner Pain Sweet
A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.
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Bird Cheerful Darkness Poet Solitude Sound Sweet
Hell is a city much like London A populous and smoky city.
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City Fame Hell Popular Smoke
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
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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Autumn Harmony See Sky Summer Thinking
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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Earth Fall Rise Sleep Yourself
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
I have been a wanderer among distant fields. I have sailed down mighty rivers.
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Distance Field Myself River Travel
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
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
Strange thoughts beget strange deeds.
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Action One Liner Result Strange Thinking
I love snow, snow, and all the forms of radiant frost.
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Love Myself Radiance Snow
Nothing in the world is single, All things by a law divine, In one spirit meet and mingle-Why not I with thine?
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Divine Law Myself Spirit World
History is a cyclic poem written by time upon the memories of man.
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History Man Memories Poem Writing
Honour sits smiling at the sale of truth.
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Honor One Liner Smile Truth
Sometimes The Devil is a gentleman.
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Deep Devil Disguise Man One Liner
There Is No God. This negation must be understood solely to affect a creative Deity. The hypothesis of a pervading Spirit co-eternal with the universe remains unshaken.
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Creation God Spirit Understand Universe
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
It is not a merit to tolerate, but rather a crime to be intolerant.
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Crime Difference Tolerance
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
The man of virtuous soul commands not, nor obeys.
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Command Man Obey Soul Virtue
A sensitive plant in a garden grew, And the young winds fed it with silver dew, And it opened its fan like leaves to the light, and closed them beneath the kisses of night.
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Garden Growth Kiss Light Night Open Plant Wind Young
If God has spoken, why is the world not convinced.
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God Religion Satisfaction Talk World
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
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

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