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Let joy be unconfined.

Lord Byron

Sorrow is knowledge, those that know the most must mourn the deepest, the tree of knowledge is not the tree of life.
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Deepest Know Knowledge Life Mourn Must Sorrow Tree
I slept and dreamt that life was beauty; I woke and found that life was duty.
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Beauty Dreamt Duty Found Life Slep Woke
Armenian is the language to speak with God.
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Country God Language People Person Place Speak
O thou beautiful And unimaginable ether! and Ye multiplying masses of increased And still increasing lights! what are ye? what Is this blue wilderness of interminable Air, where ye roll along, as I have seen
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Beautiful Blue Ether Increase Light Mass Multiply Unimaginable Wildence
The leaves along the limpid streams of Eden? Is your course measur’d for ye? Or do ye Sweep on in your unbounded revelry Through an aerial universe of endless Expansion,–at which my soul aches to think,– Intoxicated with eternity.
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Ache Along Country Eternity Leave Limpid People Person Reviry Think Unbound
Think not I am what I appear.
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Appear Result Think What
The great object of life is Sensation – to feel that we exist – even though in pain – it is this “craving void” which drives us to gaming – to battle – to travel – to intemperate but keenly felt pursuits of every description whose principal attraction is the agitation inseparable from their accomplishment.
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Crave Drive Even Exist Feel Game Great Life Object Pain Sensation Though Void
The lapse of ages changes all things – time, language, the earth, the bounds of the sea, the stars of the sky, and every thing about, around, and underneath man, except man himself.
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Ages All Around Bound Change Earth Every Language Lapse Skym Star Thing Time
Friendship may, and often does, grow into love, but love never subsides into friendship.
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Friendship Love May Often Susbside
Eat, drink and love…the rest is not worth a nickel
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Drink Eat Love Nickel Rest Worth
Tyranny is for the worst of treasons.
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Treasure Tyranny Worst
And I would hear yet once before I perish The voice which was my music… Speak to me!
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Before Hear Music Once Perish Speak Voice
One of the pleasures of reading old letters is the knowledge that they need no answer.
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Answer Gold Knowledge Letter Need Only Pleasure Reading
Man is in part divine, A troubled stream from a pure source.
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Divine Form Man Part Pure Soul Steam Trouble
That music in itself, whose sounds are song, The poetry of speech.
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Itself Music Poetry Song Sound Speech
A pretty woman is a welcome guest.
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Guest Pretty Welcome Woman

Let joy be unconfined.

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