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I wish no living thing to suffer pain.

Percy Bysshe Shelley

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A sensitive plant in a garden grew, And the young winds fed it with silver dew, And it opened its fan like leaves to the light, and closed them beneath the kisses of night.
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Garden Growth Kiss Light Night Open Plant Wind Young
I love snow, snow, and all the forms of radiant frost.
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Love Myself Radiance Snow
All love is sweet Given or returned. Common as light is love, And its familiar voice wearies not ever.
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Light Love Return Voice
The young moon has fed Her exhausted horn With the sunset’s fire.
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Exhaustion Fed Fire Moon Sun Young
Hell is a city much like London A populous and smoky city.
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City Fame Hell Popular Smoke
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
And Spring arose on the garden fair, Like the Spirit of Love felt everywhere; And each flower and herb on Earth’s dark breast rose from the dreams of its wintry rest.
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Darkness Dreams Earth Fair Feeling Flower Garden Love Rest Rose Spirit
Sometimes The Devil is a gentleman.
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Deep Devil Disguise Man One Liner
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
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
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
Love’s very pain is sweet.
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Love One Liner Pain Sweet
The great instrument of moral good is the imagination.
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Goodness Greatness Imagination Instrument Moral
The jealous keys of truth’s eternal doors.
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Door Forever Jealous Key Truth
History is a cyclic poem written by time upon the memories of man.
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History Man Memories Poem Writing
Rise like Lions after slumber In unvanquishable number- Shake your chains to earth like dew Which in sleep had fallen on you Ye are many-they are few.
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Earth Fall Rise Sleep Yourself

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