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Only nature knows how to justly proportion to the fault the punishment it deserves.

Percy Bysshe Shelley

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A single word even may be a spark of inextinguishable thought.
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The howl of self-interest is loud but the heart is black which throbs solely to its note.
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Black Heart Loud Note
All of us who are worth anything, spend our manhood in unlearning the follies, or expiating the mistakes of our youth.
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Learning Man Mistake Ourselves Worth Youth
Words are but holy as the deeds they cover.
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Action Religious Word
The jealous keys of truth’s eternal doors.
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Door Forever Jealous Key Truth
The warm sun is failing, the bleak wind is wailing, The bare boughs are sighing, the pale flowers are dying, And the Year On the earth her death-bed, in a shroud of leaves dead, Is lying.
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Bed Death Earth Failure Flower Leaving Lying Sun Warm Wind
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
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
Poets are the hierophants of an unapprehended inspiration; the mirrors of the gigantic shadows which futurity casts upon the present.
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Deep Future Inspirational Mirror Poet Present Shadow
I have been a wanderer among distant fields. I have sailed down mighty rivers.
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Distance Field Myself River Travel
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
Fame, power, and gold, are loved for their own sakes – are worshipped with a blind, habitual idolatry.
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Fame Gold Idol Love Power Worship
Poetry is the record of the best and happiest moments of the happiest and best minds.
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In fact, truth cannot be communicated until it is perceived.
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Communication Fact Fear Truth
Worse than a bloody hand is a hard heart.
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Blood Hands Hard Heart Worst
If God has spoken, why is the world not convinced.
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