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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

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
The light, that lies In woman’s eyes, Has been my heart’s undoing.
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Heart Light Lying Woman
It is only to the happy that tears are a luxury.
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Happiness Luxury Tears
Oh! blame not the bard.
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Blame One Liner
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
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 soon, too soon, we part with pain, To sail o’er silent seas again.
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Ourselves Pain Sea Silence
Like ships that have gone down at sea, when heaven was all tranquillity.
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Heaven Sea Tranquility
Came but for friendship, and took away love.
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Friendship Love Relationship
A pretty wife is something for the fastidious vanity of a roue to retire upon.
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Pretty Retirement Wife
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
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
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

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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