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I love tranquil solitude And such society As is quiet, wise, and good.

Percy Bysshe Shelley

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Goodness Love Myself Quiet Solitude Tranquility Wisdom

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When the lamp is shattered The light in the dust lies dead – When the cloud is scattered The rainbow’s glory is shed.
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Break Death Glory Lie Light
The great instrument of moral good is the imagination.
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Goodness Greatness Imagination Instrument Moral
A single word even may be a spark of inextinguishable thought.
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Literature Power Thinking Word
Only nature knows how to justly proportion to the fault the punishment it deserves.
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Deserve Justice Nature Punishment
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
I love snow, snow, and all the forms of radiant frost.
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Love Myself Radiance Snow
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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Breathe Bright Dreams Night Shine Sleep Stars
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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Beautiful Hide Poetry World
Poetry is a sword of lightning, ever unsheathed, which consumes the scabbard that would contain it.
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Consumption Light Poet Poetry Power
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
Familiar acts are beautiful through love.
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Act Action Beautiful Love
Nothing wilts faster than laurels that have been rested upon.
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Death Fast Rest
History is a cyclic poem written by time upon the memories of man.
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History Man Memories Poem Writing
When a man marries, dies, or turns Hindu, his best friends hear no more of him.
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Death Friendship Himself Man Marriage Religion
The young moon has fed Her exhausted horn With the sunset’s fire.
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Exhaustion Fed Fire Moon Sun Young
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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City Man Music Silence Soul Spiritual Wild

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