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And the heart that is soonest awake to the flowers is always the first to be touch’d by the thorns.

Thomas Moore

Though an angel should write, still ’tis devils must print.
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Angel Devil Print Writing
And soon, too soon, we part with pain, To sail o’er silent seas again.
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Ourselves Pain Sea Silence
Disguise our bondage as we will, ‘Tis woman, woman, rules us still.
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Bondage Ourselves Rule Woman
Oh! blame not the bard.
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Blame One Liner
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
The light, that lies In woman’s eyes, Has been my heart’s undoing.
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Heart Light Lying Woman
My only books were woman’s looks, and folly’s all they’ve taught me.
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Book Myself Teaching Woman
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
What though youth gave love and roses, Age still leaves us friends and wine.
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Friendship Love Rose Wine Youth
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
Bastard Freedom waves Her fustian flag in mockery over slaves.
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Humiliate Slave
While mantling on the maiden’s cheek Young roses kindled into thought.
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Rose Thinking Young
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
Fond memory brings the light of other days around me.
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Day Light Memories Myself
A friendship that like love is warm; A love like friendship, steady.
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Friendship Love Steady Warm
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

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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