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Love withers under constraints: its very essence is liberty: it is compatible neither with obedience, jealousy, nor fear.

Percy Bysshe Shelley

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Fear not for the future, weep not for the past.
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Cry Fear Future Past
Soul meets soul on lovers’ lips.
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Lips Lover One Liner Relationship Soul Trouble
Sometimes it’s better to put love into hugs than to put it into words. Soul meets soul on lovers’ lips.
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Better Lips Love Soul Word
A single word even may be a spark of inextinguishable thought.
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History is a cyclic poem written by time upon the memories of man.
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The young moon has fed Her exhausted horn With the sunset’s fire.
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Exhaustion Fed Fire Moon Sun Young
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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Music, when soft voices die Vibrates in the memory.
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Death Memories Music Soft Vibration Voice
Are we not formed, as notes of music are, For one another, though dissimilar?
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Build Music Oneself Togetherness
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
Honour sits smiling at the sale of truth.
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Honor One Liner Smile Truth
Strange thoughts beget strange deeds.
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Action One Liner Result Strange Thinking
In fact, truth cannot be communicated until it is perceived.
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Communication Fact Fear Truth
I have made my bed In charnels and on coffins, where black death Keeps record of the trophies won.
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Bed Black Death Myself Reward Win
A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.
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Bird Cheerful Darkness Poet Solitude Sound Sweet

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