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My flowery and green age was passing away, and I feeling a chill in the fires had been wasting my heart, for I was drawing near the hillside above the grave.

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To be able to say how much love, is love but little.
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Calculation Love
Hope is incredible to the slave of grief.
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Grief Hope Incredible Slave
How quick the old woe follows a little bliss!
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Bliss Follow Old Quick
Great errors seldom originate but with men of great minds.
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Error Men Mind
Wanting is not enough, long and you attain it.
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Effort Enough Longing
There is no lighter burden, nor more agreeable, than a pen.
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Agreement Burden Light Pen Poet
I freeze and burn, love is bitter and sweet, my sighs are tempests and my tears are floods, I am in ecstasy and agony, I am possessed by memories of her and I am in exile from myself.
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Love Memories Sweet
Often on earth the gentlest heart is fain To feed and banquet on another’s woe.
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Earth Enemy Heart
I would have preferred to have been born in any other time than our own.
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Born Ourselves Preference Time
I have taken pride in others, never in myself.
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Myself Pride
And I live on, but in grief and self-contempt, Left here without the light I loved so much, In a great tempest and with shrouds unkempt.
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Greatness Grief Light Live Love Myself
You keep to your own ways and leave mine to me.
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Leaving Myself Way Yourself
It is better to will the good than to know the truth.
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Better Goodness Known Willing
Go, grieving rimes of mine, to that hard stone Whereunder lies my darling, lies my dear, And cry to her to speak from heaven’s sphere.
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Cry Grief Heaven Lying
He loves but lightly who his love can tell.
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Himself Light Love
Often have I wondered with much curiosity as to our coming into this world and what will follow our departure.
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Curiosity Follow Wonder World

My flowery and green age was passing away, and I feeling a chill in the fires had been wasting my heart, for I was drawing near the hillside above the grave.

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