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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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Poetry is the record of the best and happiest moments of the happiest and best minds.
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Nothing wilts faster than laurels that have been rested upon.
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Death Fast Rest
Poetry is a sword of lightning, ever unsheathed, which consumes the scabbard that would contain it.
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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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Love’s very pain is sweet.
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Love One Liner Pain Sweet
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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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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Strange thoughts beget strange deeds.
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Hell is a city much like London A populous and smoky city.
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City Fame Hell Popular Smoke
A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.
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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
Joy, once lost, is pain.
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Joy Lost Pain
The young moon has fed Her exhausted horn With the sunset’s fire.
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Exhaustion Fed Fire Moon Sun Young
Are we not formed, as notes of music are, For one another, though dissimilar?
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Build Music Oneself Togetherness
The more we study the more we discover our ignorance.
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Deep Discover Ignorance Ourselves Study Wisdom
Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
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Music Ourselves Sadness Song Sweet Talk Thinking

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