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The heart that has truly loved never forgets, But as truly loves on to the close.

Thomas Moore

Though an angel should write, still ’tis devils must print.
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Angel Devil Print Writing
Came but for friendship, and took away love.
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Friendship Love Relationship
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
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
Like ships that have gone down at sea, when heaven was all tranquillity.
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Heaven Sea Tranquility
While mantling on the maiden’s cheek Young roses kindled into thought.
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Rose Thinking Young
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
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
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
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
Disguise our bondage as we will, ‘Tis woman, woman, rules us still.
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Bondage Ourselves Rule Woman
And soon, too soon, we part with pain, To sail o’er silent seas again.
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Ourselves Pain Sea Silence
A pretty wife is something for the fastidious vanity of a roue to retire upon.
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Pretty Retirement Wife

The heart that has truly loved never forgets, But as truly loves on to the close.

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