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And soon, too soon, we part with pain, To sail o’er silent seas again.

Thomas Moore

Disguise our bondage as we will, ‘Tis woman, woman, rules us still.
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Bondage Ourselves Rule Woman
And the heart that is soonest awake to the flowers is always the first to be touch’d by the thorns.
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Awake Heart Thorn Touch
The heart that has truly loved never forgets, But as truly loves on to the close.
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Close Forget Heart Love True
And soon, too soon, we part with pain, To sail o’er silent seas again.
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Ourselves Pain Sea Silence
My only books were woman’s looks, and folly’s all they’ve taught me.
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Book Myself Teaching Woman
Ask a woman’s advice, and whatever she advises, Do the very reverse and you’re sure to be wise.
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Advice Herself Woman
Bastard Freedom waves Her fustian flag in mockery over slaves.
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Humiliate Slave
This wretched brain gave way, and I became a wreck at random driven, without one glimpse of reason or heaven.
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Brain Drive Heaven Myself Reason
A friendship that like love is warm; A love like friendship, steady.
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Friendship Love Steady Warm
While mantling on the maiden’s cheek Young roses kindled into thought.
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Rose Thinking Young
No, there’s nothing half so sweet in life as love’s young dream.
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Dreams Life Young
What though youth gave love and roses, Age still leaves us friends and wine.
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Friendship Love Rose Wine Youth
All that’s bright must fade, The brightest still the fleetest; All that’s sweet was made But to be lost when sweetest.
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Bright Lost Sweet
Fond memory brings the light of other days around me.
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Day Light Memories Myself
It is only to the happy that tears are a luxury.
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Happiness Luxury Tears
Like ships that have gone down at sea, when heaven was all tranquillity.
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Heaven Sea Tranquility

And soon, too soon, we part with pain, To sail o’er silent seas again.

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