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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

Though an angel should write, still ’tis devils must print.
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Angel Devil Print Writing
The light, that lies In woman’s eyes, Has been my heart’s undoing.
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Heart Light Lying Woman
Fond memory brings the light of other days around me.
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Day Light Memories Myself
And soon, too soon, we part with pain, To sail o’er silent seas again.
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Ourselves Pain Sea Silence
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
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
My only books were woman’s looks, and folly’s all they’ve taught me.
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Book Myself Teaching Woman
Oh! blame not the bard.
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Blame One Liner
No, there’s nothing half so sweet in life as love’s young dream.
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Dreams Life Young
Humility, that low, sweet root, from which all heavenly virtues shoot.
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Heaven Humility Shoot Virtue
Came but for friendship, and took away love.
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Friendship Love Relationship
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
It is only to the happy that tears are a luxury.
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Happiness Luxury Tears
Bastard Freedom waves Her fustian flag in mockery over slaves.
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Humiliate Slave
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
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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