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Like ships that have gone down at sea, when heaven was all tranquillity.

Thomas Moore

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
What though youth gave love and roses, Age still leaves us friends and wine.
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Friendship Love Rose Wine Youth
Humility, that low, sweet root, from which all heavenly virtues shoot.
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Heaven Humility Shoot Virtue
No, there’s nothing half so sweet in life as love’s young dream.
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Dreams Life Young
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
While mantling on the maiden’s cheek Young roses kindled into thought.
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Rose Thinking Young
Though an angel should write, still ’tis devils must print.
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Angel Devil Print Writing
Disguise our bondage as we will, ‘Tis woman, woman, rules us still.
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Bondage Ourselves Rule 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
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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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
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
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

Like ships that have gone down at sea, when heaven was all tranquillity.

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