All things human change.
ALFRED LORD TENNYSONAnd our spirits rushed together at the touching of the lips.
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God gives us love! Something to love He lends us; but when love is grown To ripeness, that on which it throve Falls off, and love is left alone: This is the curse of time.
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And men, whose reason long was blind, From cells of madness unconfined, Oft lose whole years of darker mind.
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There is sweet music here that softer falls Than petals from blown roses on the grass.
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My doom is, I love thee still. Let no man dream but that I love thee still.
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The parting of a husband and wife is like the cleaving of a heart; one half will flutter here, one there.
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The voice of the dead was a living voice to me.
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The vow that binds too strictly snaps itself.
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So many worlds, so much to do, so little done, such things to be.
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A lie that is half-truth is the darkest of all lies.
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I must lose myself in action, lest I wither in despair.
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God’s finger touched him, and he slept.
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Nothing in Nature is unbeautiful.
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Ours not to reason why, ours but to do and die.
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A beam in darkness: let it grow.
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This barren verbiage, current among men, Light coin, the tinsel clink of compliment.
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Attain the unattainable.
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The old order changes yielding place to new.
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Love lieth deep; Love dwells not in lip-depths; Love laps his wings on either side the heart Absorbing all the incense of sweet thoughts, So that they pass not to the shrine of sound.
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A still small voice spake unto me, ‘Thou art so full of misery, Were it not better not to be?
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Nor is it wiser to weep a true occasion lost, but trim our sails, and let old bygones be.
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Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers.
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Trust me not at all, or all in all.
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A louse in the locks of literature.
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Thou madest man, he knows not why, he thinks he was not made to die.
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The happiness of a man in this life does not consist in the absence but in the mastery of his passions.
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The world which credits what is done is cold to all that might have been.
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