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If the pulse of the patriot, soldier, or lover,
Have throbb'd at our lay, 'tis thy glory alone;
I was but as the wind, passing heedlessly over,
And all the wild sweetness I wak'd was thy own.

— Thomas Moore

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But there's nothing half so sweet in life
As love's young dream.

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Though an angel should write, still 't is devils must print.

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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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Just as the mind the erring sense believes,
The erring mind, in turn, the sense deceives.

Go where glory waits thee,
But while fame elates thee,
Oh! still remember me!

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