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Worse than a bloody hand is a hard heart.

Percy Bysshe Shelley

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I wish no living thing to suffer pain.
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Live Myself One Liner Pain Suffering
Sometimes The Devil is a gentleman.
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Deep Devil Disguise Man One Liner
Dust to the dust! but the pure spirit shall flow Back to the burning fountain whence it came, A portion of the Eternal.
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Burn Flow Forever Fountain Pure Spirit
See the mountains kiss high Heaven And the waves clasp one another; No sister-flower would be forgiven If it disdained its brother; And the sunlight clasps the earth, And the moonbeams kiss the sea – What is all this sweet work worth If thou kiss not me?
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Earth Forgiveness Heaven Kiss Mountain Nature See Sister Sun Wave Yourself
The pleasure that is in sorrow is sweeter than the pleasure of pleasure itself.
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Happiness Sorrow Sweet
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
Fear not for the future, weep not for the past.
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Cry Fear Future Past
Poetry is the record of the best and happiest moments of the happiest and best minds.
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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
Man who man would be, must rule the empire of himself.
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Himself Kingdom Man Rule
Joy, once lost, is pain.
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Joy Lost Pain
Familiar acts are beautiful through love.
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Act Action Beautiful Love
Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
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Music Ourselves Sadness Song Sweet Talk Thinking
I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under; And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.
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Laughter Myself Rain Thunder Travel
O, wind, if winter comes, can spring be far behind?
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Hard Time Inspirational Spring Struggle Wind
Music, when soft voices die Vibrates in the memory.
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Death Memories Music Soft Vibration Voice

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