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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
From thought to thought, from mountain peak to mountain. Love leads me on; for I can never still My trouble on the world’s well beaten ways.
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Leadership Love Mountain Myself Thinking Well World
I saw the tracks of angels in the earth: the beauty of heaven walking by itself on the world.
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Angel Beautiful Earth Walk World
Perhaps out there, somewhere, someone is sighing for your absence; and with this thought, my soul begins to breathe.
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Absence Beginning Breathe Myself Soul
Who naught suspects is easily deceived.
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Easy One Liner Suspect
Reality is always the foe of famous names.
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Enemy Famous Name One Liner Reality
To be able to say how much love, is love but little.
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Calculation Love
For virtue only finds eternal Fame.
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Fame Finding Forever Virtue
You keep to your own ways and leave mine to me.
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Leaving Myself Way Yourself
Sameness is the mother of disgust, variety the cure.
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Cure Disgust Mother
Do you suppose there is any living man so unreasonable that if he found himself stricken with a dangerous ailment he would not anxiously desire to regain the blessing of health?
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Blessing Dangerous Health Live Man Reason Yourself
The time will come when every change shall cease, This quick revolving wheel shall rest in peace: No summer then shall glow, not winter freeze; Nothing shall be to come, and nothing past, But an eternal now shall ever last.
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Change Forever Glow Last Quick Time
Events appear sad, pleasant, or painful, not because they are so in reality, but because we believe them to be so and the light in which we look at them depends upon our own judgment.
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Appearance Judgement Ourselves Pain Reality Sadness
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
Sameness is the mother of disgust, variety the cure.
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Cure Disgust Mom
It is more honorable to be raised to a throne than to be born to one. Fortune bestows the one, merit obtains the other.
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Born Merit Throne

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