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And the heart that is soonest awake to the flowers is always the first to be touch’d by the thorns.

Thomas Moore

Like ships that have gone down at sea, when heaven was all tranquillity.
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Heaven Sea Tranquility
A pretty wife is something for the fastidious vanity of a roue to retire upon.
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Pretty Retirement Wife
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
Oh! blame not the bard.
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Blame One Liner
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 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
Fond memory brings the light of other days around me.
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Day Light Memories Myself
Bastard Freedom waves Her fustian flag in mockery over slaves.
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Humiliate Slave
Humility, that low, sweet root, from which all heavenly virtues shoot.
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Heaven Humility Shoot Virtue
While mantling on the maiden’s cheek Young roses kindled into thought.
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Rose Thinking Young
And soon, too soon, we part with pain, To sail o’er silent seas again.
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Ourselves Pain Sea Silence
A friendship that like love is warm; A love like friendship, steady.
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Friendship Love Steady Warm
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
Came but for friendship, and took away love.
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Friendship Love Relationship
The light, that lies In woman’s eyes, Has been my heart’s undoing.
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Heart Light Lying 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

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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