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All love is sweet Given or returned. Common as light is love, And its familiar voice wearies not ever.

Percy Bysshe Shelley

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Man who man would be, must rule the empire of himself.
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY

Himself Kingdom Man Rule
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
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
The young moon has fed Her exhausted horn With the sunset’s fire.
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Exhaustion Fed Fire Moon Sun Young
Fear not for the future, weep not for the past.
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Cry Fear Future Past
Worse than a bloody hand is a hard heart.
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Blood Hands Hard Heart Worst
Life may change, but it may fly not; Hope may vanish, but can die not; Truth be veiled, but still it burneth; Love repulsed, – but it returneth!
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Change Death Fly Hope Life Return Truth
Hell is a city much like London A populous and smoky city.
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City Fame Hell Popular Smoke
The pleasure that is in sorrow is sweeter than the pleasure of pleasure itself.
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Happiness Sorrow Sweet
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 wish no living thing to suffer pain.
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Live Myself One Liner Pain Suffering
All of us who are worth anything, spend our manhood in unlearning the follies, or expiating the mistakes of our youth.
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Learning Man Mistake Ourselves Worth Youth
Nothing wilts faster than laurels that have been rested upon.
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Death Fast Rest
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
This lake exceeds anything I ever beheld in beauty.
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Appearance Beautiful Lake Myself

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