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Music, when soft voices die Vibrates in the memory.

Percy Bysshe Shelley

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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
First our pleasures die – and then our hopes, and then our fears – and when these are dead, the debt is due dust claims dust – and we die too.
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Death Fear Happiness Hope Ourselves
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
We look before and after, And pine for what is not; Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
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Laughter Look Pain Sadness Sincere Song Sweet Thinking
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
The psychological and moral comfort of a presence at once humble and understanding-this is the greatest benefit that the dog has bestowed upon man.
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Comfortable Dog Humble Man Moral Presence
Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
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Music Ourselves Sadness Song Sweet Talk Thinking
I have drunken deep of joy, And I will taste no other wine tonight.
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Deep Drink Joy Taste Tonight Wine
The jealous keys of truth’s eternal doors.
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Door Forever Jealous Key Truth
Worse than a bloody hand is a hard heart.
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Blood Hands Hard Heart Worst
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
Love’s very pain is sweet.
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Love One Liner Pain Sweet
Poetry is a sword of lightning, ever unsheathed, which consumes the scabbard that would contain it.
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Consumption Light Poet Poetry Power
If a person’s religious ideas correspond not with your own, love him nevertheless.
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Himself Ideas Love Person Religious
Are we not formed, as notes of music are, For one another, though dissimilar?
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Build Music Oneself Togetherness
Hell is a city much like London A populous and smoky city.
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City Fame Hell Popular Smoke

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