1.
The wild-flower wreath of feeling, the sunbeam of the heart.
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2.
There is an evening twilight of the heart, When its wild passion-waves are lulled to rest.
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3.
This bank-note world.
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4.
What is man's love? His vows are broke even while his parting kiss is warm.
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5.
And thou art terrible--the tear,
The groan, the knell, the pall, the bier;
And all we know, or dream, or fear
Of agony, are thine.
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6.
Strike-for your altars and your fires;
Strike-for the green graves of your sires;
God-and your native land!
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7.
I sorrow that all fair things must decay.
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8.
They love their land, because it is their own, And scorn to give aught other reason why; Would shake hands with a king upon his throne, And think it kindness to his majesty. - Fitz
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9.
Ere the dolphin dies
Its hues are brightest. Like an infant's breath
Are tropic winds before the voice of death.
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10.
It is a rich storehouse for those who love quotations. It is as full of fine bon mots as a Christmas pudding is full of plums.
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11.
Come to the bridal-chamber, Death!
Come to the mother's, when she feels,
For the first time, her first-born's breath!
Come when the blessed seals
That close the pestilence are broke,
And crowded cities wail its stroke!
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12.
And Burns--though brief the race he ran,
Though rough and dark the paths he trod,
Lived--died--in form and soul a man,
The image of his God.
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13.
I cannot spare the luxury of believing that all things beautiful are what they seem.
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14.
None knew thee but to love thee.
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15.
Beauty,--the fading rainbow's pride.
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16.
Green be the turf above thee,
Friend of my better days!
None knew thee but to love thee,
Nor named thee but to praise.
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