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

Thomas Moore

Oh! blame not the bard.
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Blame One Liner
Though an angel should write, still ’tis devils must print.
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Angel Devil Print Writing
Fond memory brings the light of other days around me.
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Day Light Memories Myself
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
What though youth gave love and roses, Age still leaves us friends and wine.
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Friendship Love Rose Wine Youth
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
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
Bastard Freedom waves Her fustian flag in mockery over slaves.
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Humiliate Slave
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
And soon, too soon, we part with pain, To sail o’er silent seas again.
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Ourselves Pain Sea Silence
Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish; Earth has no sorrow that Heaven cannot heal.
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Anguish Hard Time Healing Heart Heaven Inspirational Wound
It is only to the happy that tears are a luxury.
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Happiness Luxury Tears
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
Humility, that low, sweet root, from which all heavenly virtues shoot.
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Heaven Humility Shoot Virtue
From plants that wake when others sleep, from timid jasmine buds that keep their odour to themselves all day, but when the sunlight dies away let the delicious secret out to every breeze that roams about.
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Delicious Light Plant Roam Sun Wake Up

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

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