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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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It is not a merit to tolerate, but rather a crime to be intolerant.
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Crime Difference Tolerance
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
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
The man of virtuous soul commands not, nor obeys.
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Command Man Obey Soul Virtue
Sometimes The Devil is a gentleman.
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Deep Devil Disguise Man One Liner
I wish no living thing to suffer pain.
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Live Myself One Liner Pain Suffering
Worse than a bloody hand is a hard heart.
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Blood Hands Hard Heart Worst
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
Music, when soft voices die Vibrates in the memory.
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Death Memories Music Soft Vibration Voice
First our pleasures die – and then our hopes, and then our fears – and when these are dead, the debt is due dust claims dust – and we die too.
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Death Fear Happiness Hope Ourselves
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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Laughter Myself Rain Thunder Travel
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
Only nature knows how to justly proportion to the fault the punishment it deserves.
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Deserve Justice Nature Punishment
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
Poets are the hierophants of an unapprehended inspiration; the mirrors of the gigantic shadows which futurity casts upon the present.
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Deep Future Inspirational Mirror Poet Present Shadow
The jealous keys of truth’s eternal doors.
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Door Forever Jealous Key Truth

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