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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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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
Heaven’s ebon vault Studded with stars unutterably bright, Through which the moon’s unclouded grandeur rolls, Seems like a canopy which love has spread To curtain her sleeping world.
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Bright Heaven Herself Love Moon Sleep Stars World
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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Burn Flow Forever Fountain Pure Spirit
History is a cyclic poem written by time upon the memories of man.
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History Man Memories Poem Writing
If God has spoken, why is the world not convinced.
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God Religion Satisfaction Talk World
Poets, not otherwise than philosophers, painters, sculptors, and musicians, are, in one sense, the creators, and, in another, the creations, of their age.
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Age Art Artist Creation Music Painting Philosophy Poet
See the mountains kiss high Heaven And the waves clasp one another; No sister-flower would be forgiven If it disdained its brother; And the sunlight clasps the earth, And the moonbeams kiss the sea – What is all this sweet work worth If thou kiss not me?
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Earth Forgiveness Heaven Kiss Mountain Nature See Sister Sun Wave Yourself
It is not a merit to tolerate, but rather a crime to be intolerant.
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Crime Difference Tolerance
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
Man who man would be, must rule the empire of himself.
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Himself Kingdom Man Rule
The man of virtuous soul commands not, nor obeys.
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Command Man Obey Soul Virtue
I love all waste And solitary places; where we taste The pleasure of believing what we see Is boundless, as we wish our souls to be.
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Believe Love Ourselves Place See Soul Wasted
The young moon has fed Her exhausted horn With the sunset’s fire.
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Exhaustion Fed Fire Moon Sun Young
Fate, Time, Occasion, Chance, and Change? To these All things are subject but eternal love.
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Chance Change Fate Forever Love Time
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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Action Equality Freedom Habit Man Object Selfish True Wisdom
I pant, I sink, I tremble, I expire!
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Death Fear Myself Tremble

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