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But what is Hope? Nothing but the paint on the face of Existence; the least touch of truth rubs it off, and then we see what a hollow-cheeked harlot we have got hold of.

Lord Byron

A pretty woman is a welcome guest.
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Guest Pretty Welcome Woman
Be thou the rainbow in the storms of life. The evening beam that smiles the clouds away, and tints tomorrow with prophetic ray.
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Life Rainbow Storm
I have great hopes that we shall love each other all our lives as much as if we had never married at all.
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All Each Great Hope Married Much never Other Shall
Think not I am what I appear.
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Appear Result Think What
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
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
Those who will not reason, are bigots, those who cannot, are fools, and those who dare not, are slaves.
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Biggest Dare Food Reason Slave
In solitude, when we are least alone.
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Alone at Least Solitude
I stood in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs; A palace and a prison on each hand;
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Bridge Country Each Hand Person Place Prison Sighs Stood
America is a model of force and freedom and moderation – with all the coarseness and rudeness of its people.
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Coarseness Country Force Freedom Model Moderation People Rudeness
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
The busy have no time for tears.
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Busy Schedule Tear Time
Roll on, deep and dark blue ocean, roll. Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain. Man marks the earth with ruin, but his control stops with the shore.
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Blue Dark Deep Feetm Sweep Ocean Over Roll Teen Thousand Vain
There is no instinct like that of the heart.
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Heart Instinct Like
There is pleasure in the pathless woods, there is rapture in the lonely shore, there is society where none intrudes, by the deep sea, and music in its roar; I love not Man the less, but Nature more.
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Dep Intrude Lonely Pathless Pleasure Rapture Sea Shore Society Wood
If I don’t write to empty my mind, I go mad.
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Empathy Go Mad Mind Write

But what is Hope? Nothing but the paint on the face of Existence; the least touch of truth rubs it off, and then we see what a hollow-cheeked harlot we have got hold of.

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But what is Hope? Nothing but the paint on the face of Existence; the least touch of truth rubs it off, and then we see what a hollow-cheeked harlot we have got hold of.

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