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Bastard Freedom waves Her fustian flag in mockery over slaves.

Thomas Moore

It is only to the happy that tears are a luxury.
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Happiness Luxury Tears
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
Humility, that low, sweet root, from which all heavenly virtues shoot.
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Heaven Humility Shoot Virtue
The light, that lies In woman’s eyes, Has been my heart’s undoing.
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Heart Light Lying Woman
My only books were woman’s looks, and folly’s all they’ve taught me.
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Book Myself Teaching Woman
Bastard Freedom waves Her fustian flag in mockery over slaves.
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Humiliate Slave
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
What though youth gave love and roses, Age still leaves us friends and wine.
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Friendship Love Rose Wine Youth
Fond memory brings the light of other days around me.
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Day Light Memories Myself
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
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
Like ships that have gone down at sea, when heaven was all tranquillity.
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Heaven Sea Tranquility
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
And soon, too soon, we part with pain, To sail o’er silent seas again.
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Ourselves Pain Sea Silence

Bastard Freedom waves Her fustian flag in mockery over slaves.

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