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Though an angel should write, still ’tis devils must print.

Thomas Moore

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
No, there’s nothing half so sweet in life as love’s young dream.
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Dreams Life Young
It is only to the happy that tears are a luxury.
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Happiness Luxury Tears
While mantling on the maiden’s cheek Young roses kindled into thought.
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Rose Thinking Young
Though an angel should write, still ’tis devils must print.
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Angel Devil Print Writing
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
Like ships that have gone down at sea, when heaven was all tranquillity.
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Heaven Sea Tranquility
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
And soon, too soon, we part with pain, To sail o’er silent seas again.
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Ourselves Pain Sea Silence
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
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
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
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

Though an angel should write, still ’tis devils must print.

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