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I have drunken deep of joy, And I will taste no other wine tonight.

Percy Bysshe Shelley

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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
I pant, I sink, I tremble, I expire!
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Death Fear Myself Tremble
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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Fear not for the future, weep not for the past.
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I have been a wanderer among distant fields. I have sailed down mighty rivers.
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Distance Field Myself River Travel
I wish no living thing to suffer pain.
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Live Myself One Liner Pain Suffering
Poetry is a sword of lightning, ever unsheathed, which consumes the scabbard that would contain it.
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Sometimes The Devil is a gentleman.
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Deep Devil Disguise Man One Liner
When the power of imparting joy is equal to the will, the human soul requires no other heaven.
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Equality Heaven Human Joy Power Soul Willing
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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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
History is a cyclic poem written by time upon the memories of man.
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History Man Memories Poem Writing
Music, when soft voices die Vibrates in the memory.
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Death Memories Music Soft Vibration Voice
Away, away, from men and towns, To the wild wood and the downs, – To the silent wilderness, Where the soul need not repress Its music.
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I love tranquil solitude.
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And Spring arose on the garden fair, Like the Spirit of Love felt everywhere; And each flower and herb on Earth’s dark breast rose from the dreams of its wintry rest.
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