Music, when soft voices die Vibrates in the memory.
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEYIt 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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Honour sits smiling at the sale of truth.
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Man who man would be, must rule the empire of himself.
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Are we not formed, as notes of music are, For one another, though dissimilar?
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The man of virtuous soul commands not, nor obeys.
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Familiar acts are beautiful through love.
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History is a cyclic poem written by time upon the memories of man.
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I have been a wanderer among distant fields. I have sailed down mighty rivers.
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The jealous keys of truth’s eternal doors.
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Fear not for the future, weep not for the past.
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There is no disease, bodily or mental, which adoption of vegetable diet, and pure water has not infallibly mitigated, wherever the experiment has been fairly tried.
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Joy, once lost, is pain.
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The young moon has fed Her exhausted horn With the sunset’s fire.
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Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
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Soul meets soul on lovers’ lips.
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The great instrument of moral good is the imagination.
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