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Fame, power, and gold, are loved for their own sakes – are worshipped with a blind, habitual idolatry.

Percy Bysshe Shelley

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Love withers under constraints: its very essence is liberty: it is compatible neither with obedience, jealousy, nor fear.
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Essence Fear Jealous Liberty Love Obedience
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
Strange thoughts beget strange deeds.
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Action One Liner Result Strange Thinking
The jealous keys of truth’s eternal doors.
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Door Forever Jealous Key Truth
If a person’s religious ideas correspond not with your own, love him nevertheless.
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Himself Ideas Love Person Religious
O, wind, if winter comes, can spring be far behind?
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Hard Time Inspirational Spring Struggle Wind
Honour sits smiling at the sale of truth.
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Honor One Liner Smile Truth
To hearts which near each other move From evening close to morning light,The night is good; because, my love,They never say good-night.
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Each Other Goodness Heart Light Love Morning Night
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 wish no living thing to suffer pain.
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Live Myself One Liner Pain Suffering
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
History is a cyclic poem written by time upon the memories of man.
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History Man Memories Poem Writing
The man of virtuous soul commands not, nor obeys.
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Command Man Obey Soul Virtue
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
I have been a wanderer among distant fields. I have sailed down mighty rivers.
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Distance Field Myself River Travel
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

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