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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.

Percy Bysshe Shelley

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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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Action Equality Freedom Habit Man Object Selfish True Wisdom
Fear not for the future, weep not for the past.
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Cry Fear Future Past
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
The man of virtuous soul commands not, nor obeys.
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Command Man Obey Soul Virtue
Familiar acts are beautiful through love.
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Act Action Beautiful Love
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
I love tranquil solitude And such society As is quiet, wise, and good.
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Goodness Love Myself Quiet Solitude Tranquility Wisdom
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 tranquil solitude.
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Love Myself One Liner Solitude Tranquility
Joy, once lost, is pain.
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Joy Lost Pain
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
Sometimes it’s better to put love into hugs than to put it into words. Soul meets soul on lovers’ lips.
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Better Lips Love Soul Word
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
Words are but holy as the deeds they cover.
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