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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 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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There Is No God. This negation must be understood solely to affect a creative Deity. The hypothesis of a pervading Spirit co-eternal with the universe remains unshaken.
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I arise from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep of night, when the winds are breathing low, and the stars are shining bright.
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Soul meets soul on lovers’ lips.
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The pleasure that is in sorrow is sweeter than the pleasure of pleasure itself.
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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
Man who man would be, must rule the empire of himself.
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Himself Kingdom Man Rule
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
History is a cyclic poem written by time upon the memories of man.
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When a thing is said to be not worth refuting you may be sure that either it is flagrantly stupid – in which case all comment is superfluous – or it is something formidable, the very crux of the problem.
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Fragrance Problem Stupidity Worth Yourself
A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.
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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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The great instrument of moral good is the imagination.
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When the power of imparting joy is equal to the will, the human soul requires no other heaven.
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Familiar acts are beautiful through love.
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Act Action Beautiful Love
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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