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All that’s bright must fade, The brightest still the fleetest; All that’s sweet was made But to be lost when sweetest.

Thomas Moore

Humility, that low, sweet root, from which all heavenly virtues shoot.
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Heaven Humility Shoot Virtue
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
No, there’s nothing half so sweet in life as love’s young dream.
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Dreams Life Young
Bastard Freedom waves Her fustian flag in mockery over slaves.
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Humiliate Slave
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
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
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
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
Like ships that have gone down at sea, when heaven was all tranquillity.
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Heaven Sea Tranquility
What though youth gave love and roses, Age still leaves us friends and wine.
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Friendship Love Rose Wine Youth
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
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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Awake Heart Thorn Touch
Came but for friendship, and took away love.
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Friendship Love Relationship

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