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

Thomas Moore

Bastard Freedom waves Her fustian flag in mockery over slaves.
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Humiliate Slave
The heart that has truly loved never forgets, But as truly loves on to the close.
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Close Forget Heart Love True
And soon, too soon, we part with pain, To sail o’er silent seas again.
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Ourselves Pain Sea Silence
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
Came but for friendship, and took away love.
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Friendship Love Relationship
My only books were woman’s looks, and folly’s all they’ve taught me.
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Book Myself Teaching Woman
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
What though youth gave love and roses, Age still leaves us friends and wine.
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Friendship Love Rose Wine Youth
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
Though an angel should write, still ’tis devils must print.
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Angel Devil Print Writing
No, there’s nothing half so sweet in life as love’s young dream.
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Dreams Life Young
A friendship that like love is warm; A love like friendship, steady.
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Friendship Love Steady Warm
Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish; Earth has no sorrow that Heaven cannot heal.
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Anguish Hard Time Healing Heart Heaven Inspirational Wound
Like ships that have gone down at sea, when heaven was all tranquillity.
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Heaven Sea Tranquility
From plants that wake when others sleep, from timid jasmine buds that keep their odour to themselves all day, but when the sunlight dies away let the delicious secret out to every breeze that roams about.
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Delicious Light Plant Roam Sun Wake Up

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

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