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I only know we loved in vain;I only feel -- farewell! farewell!
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When we two partedTo sever for years.
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The poor dog, in life the firmest friend,The first to welcome, foremost to defend.
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Maid of Athens, ere we part, Give, oh give me back my heart!
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There 's not a joy the world can give like that it takes away.
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The best of prophets of the future is the past.
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That which I am, I am; I did not seekFor life, nor did I make myself.
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Sublime tobacco! which from east to westCheers the tar's labor or the Turkman's rest.
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Jack was embarrassed -- never hero more,And as he knew not what to say, he swore.
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What's drinking?A mere pause from thinking!
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I awoke one morning and found myself famous.
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Hands promiscuously applied,Round the slight waist, or down the glowing side.
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Friendship may, and often does, grow into love, but love never subsides into friendship.
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Lord of himself,--that heritage of woe!
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Yet in my lineaments they traceSome features of my father's face.
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I loved my country, and I hated him.
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Friendship is Love without wings.
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What say you to such a supper with such a woman?
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I'll publish right or wrong:Fools are my theme, let satire be my song.
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With just enough of learning to misquote.
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Better to err with Pope, than shine with Pye.
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Where the virgins are soft as the roses they twine,And all, save the spirit of man, is divine?
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Hark! to the hurried question of despair: "Where is my child?"--an echo answers, "Where?"
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Shrine of the mighty! can it beThat this is all remains of thee?
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Better to sink beneath the shockThan moulder piecemeal on the rock.
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The cold in clime are cold in blood, Their love can scarce deserve the name.
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I die -- but first I have possessed,And come what may, I have been blessed.
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The fatal facility of the octosyllabic verse.
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Oh who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried.
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Such hath it been -- shall be -- beneath the sunThe many still must labour for the one!
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Hope withering fled, and Mercy sighed farewell!
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No words suffice the secret soul to show, For truth denies all eloquence to woe.
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He left a corsair's name to other times,Linked with one virtue, and a thousand crimes.
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For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast.
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Sighing that Nature formed but one such man,And broke the die, in molding Sheridan.
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She was his life,Which terminated all.
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Old man! 'tis not so difficult to die.
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Heart on her lips, and soul within her eyes, Soft as her clime, and sunny as her skies.
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O Mirth and Innocence! O milk and water! Ye happy mixtures of more happy days.
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By all that's good and glorious.
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Eat, drink, and love; the rest's not worth a fillip.
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The dust we tread upon was once alive.
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The "good old times" -- all times when old are good --Are gone.
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