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Poetry is a sword of lightning, ever unsheathed, which consumes the scabbard that would contain it.

Percy Bysshe Shelley

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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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Bird Cheerful Darkness Poet Solitude Sound Sweet
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
Joy, once lost, is pain.
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Joy Lost Pain
Government is an evil; it is only the thoughtlessness and vices of men that make it a necessary evil. When all men are good and wise, government will of itself decay.
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Evil Goodness Government Man Necessary Thinking Vice Willing
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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Garden Growth Kiss Light Night Open Plant Wind Young
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
A single word even may be a spark of inextinguishable thought.
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Literature Power Thinking Word
Are we not formed, as notes of music are, For one another, though dissimilar?
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Build Music Oneself Togetherness
The howl of self-interest is loud but the heart is black which throbs solely to its note.
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Black Heart Loud Note
Man who man would be, must rule the empire of himself.
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Himself Kingdom Man Rule
A man, to be greatly good, must imagine intensely and comprehensively; he must put himself in the place of another and of many others; the pains and pleasures of his species must become his own.
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Goodness Greatness Happiness Himself Imagination Intense Man Pain Place
I have made my bed In charnels and on coffins, where black death Keeps record of the trophies won.
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Bed Black Death Myself Reward Win
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
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
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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Blood Disguise Excitement Hate Horror Preparation Soft Tolerance

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