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Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish; Earth has no sorrow that Heaven cannot heal.

Thomas Moore

The light, that lies In woman’s eyes, Has been my heart’s undoing.
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Heart Light Lying Woman
Fond memory brings the light of other days around me.
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Day Light Memories Myself
Bastard Freedom waves Her fustian flag in mockery over slaves.
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Humiliate Slave
It is only to the happy that tears are a luxury.
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Happiness Luxury Tears
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
Like ships that have gone down at sea, when heaven was all tranquillity.
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Heaven Sea Tranquility
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
And soon, too soon, we part with pain, To sail o’er silent seas again.
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Ourselves Pain Sea Silence
Romantic love is an illusion. Most of us discover this truth at the end of a love affair or else when the sweet emotions of love lead us into marriage and then turn down their flames.
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Discover Emotion Flame Illusion Leadership Love Marriage Ourselves Truth
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
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
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
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
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
Disguise our bondage as we will, ‘Tis woman, woman, rules us still.
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Bondage Ourselves Rule Woman

Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish; Earth has no sorrow that Heaven cannot heal.

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