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Poets are the hierophants of an unapprehended inspiration; the mirrors of the gigantic shadows which futurity casts upon the present.

Percy Bysshe Shelley

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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
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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Soul meets soul on lovers’ lips.
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Worse than a bloody hand is a hard heart.
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Poetry is a sword of lightning, ever unsheathed, which consumes the scabbard that would contain it.
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And Spring arose on the garden fair, Like the Spirit of Love felt everywhere; And each flower and herb on Earth’s dark breast rose from the dreams of its wintry rest.
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Darkness Dreams Earth Fair Feeling Flower Garden Love Rest Rose Spirit
When my cats aren’t happy, I’m not happy. Not because I care about their mood but because I know they’re just sitting there thinking up ways to get even.
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Care Cat Happiness Myself Thinking Way
All love is sweet Given or returned. Common as light is love, And its familiar voice wearies not ever.
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History is a cyclic poem written by time upon the memories of man.
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Then black despair, The shadow of a starless night, was thrown Over the world in which I moved alone.
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Alone Black Myself Night Shadow Star World
I have been a wanderer among distant fields. I have sailed down mighty rivers.
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Distance Field Myself River Travel
Man who man would be, must rule the empire of himself.
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Himself Kingdom Man Rule
The man of virtuous soul commands not, nor obeys.
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Command Man Obey Soul Virtue
I love tranquil solitude.
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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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Sometimes The Devil is a gentleman.
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Deep Devil Disguise Man One Liner

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