Sometimes it’s better to put love into hugs than to put it into words. Soul meets soul on lovers’ lips.
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEYWar is the statesman’s game, the priest’s delight, the lawyer’s jest, the hired assassin’s trade.
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History is a cyclic poem written by time upon the memories of man.
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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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Only nature knows how to justly proportion to the fault the punishment it deserves.
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I love snow, snow, and all the forms of radiant frost.
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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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This lake exceeds anything I ever beheld in beauty.
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Are we not formed, as notes of music are, For one another, though dissimilar?
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A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.
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It is not a merit to tolerate, but rather a crime to be intolerant.
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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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Poetry is the record of the best and happiest moments of the happiest and best minds.
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Dust to the dust! but the pure spirit shall flow Back to the burning fountain whence it came, A portion of the Eternal.
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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.
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It is only by softening and disguising dead flesh by culinary preparation that it is rendered susceptible of mastication or digestion, and that the sight of its bloody juices and raw horror does not excite intolerable loathing and disgust.
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I have been a wanderer among distant fields. I have sailed down mighty rivers.
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