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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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I love tranquil solitude And such society As is quiet, wise, and good.
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Goodness Love Myself Quiet Solitude Tranquility Wisdom
Life and the world, or whatever we call that which we are and feel, is an astonishing thing. The mist of familiarity obscures from us the wonder of our being. We are struck with admiration at some of its transient modifications, but it is itself the great miracle.
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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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Breathe Bright Dreams Night Shine Sleep Stars
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
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 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
The young moon has fed Her exhausted horn With the sunset’s fire.
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Heaven’s ebon vault Studded with stars unutterably bright, Through which the moon’s unclouded grandeur rolls, Seems like a canopy which love has spread To curtain her sleeping world.
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Bright Heaven Herself Love Moon Sleep Stars World
Poetry lifts the veil from the hidden beauty of the world, and makes familiar objects be as if they were not familiar.
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Beautiful Hide Poetry World
Words are but holy as the deeds they cover.
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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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I wish no living thing to suffer pain.
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Live Myself One Liner Pain Suffering
I love snow, snow, and all the forms of radiant frost.
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Love Myself Radiance Snow
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
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
It 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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Blood Disguise Excitement Hate Horror Preparation Soft Tolerance
History is a cyclic poem written by time upon the memories of man.
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History Man Memories Poem Writing
In fact, truth cannot be communicated until it is perceived.
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Communication Fact Fear Truth
Only nature knows how to justly proportion to the fault the punishment it deserves.
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War is the statesman’s game, the priest’s delight, the lawyer’s jest, the hired assassin’s trade.
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Game Law Trade War
Sing again, with your dear voice revealing. A tone Of some world far from ours, where music and moonlight and feeling are one.
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Feeling Light Moon Music Oneself Reveal Sing Voice World
Music, when soft voices die Vibrates in the memory.
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Death Memories Music Soft Vibration Voice
O, wind, if winter comes, can spring be far behind?
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Hard Time Inspirational Spring Struggle Wind
Honour sits smiling at the sale of truth.
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Honor One Liner Smile Truth
The jealous keys of truth’s eternal doors.
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Door Forever Jealous Key Truth
Fear not for the future, weep not for the past.
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Cry Fear Future Past
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

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