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And soon, too soon, we part with pain, To sail o’er silent seas again.

Thomas Moore

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
The light, that lies In woman’s eyes, Has been my heart’s undoing.
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Heart Light Lying Woman
And soon, too soon, we part with pain, To sail o’er silent seas again.
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Ourselves Pain Sea Silence
What though youth gave love and roses, Age still leaves us friends and wine.
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Friendship Love Rose Wine Youth
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
Came but for friendship, and took away love.
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Friendship Love Relationship
Like ships that have gone down at sea, when heaven was all tranquillity.
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Heaven Sea Tranquility
Though an angel should write, still ’tis devils must print.
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Angel Devil Print Writing
Fond memory brings the light of other days around me.
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Day Light Memories Myself
Disguise our bondage as we will, ‘Tis woman, woman, rules us still.
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Bondage Ourselves Rule Woman
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
Humility, that low, sweet root, from which all heavenly virtues shoot.
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Heaven Humility Shoot Virtue
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
Romantic love is an illusion. Most of us discover this truth at the end of a love affair or else when the sweet emotions of love lead us into marriage and then turn down their flames.
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Discover Emotion Flame Illusion Leadership Love Marriage Ourselves Truth

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