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Oh, No! My Heart Can Never Be Again In Lightest Hopes The Same; The Love That Lingers There For Thee Hath More Of Ashes Than Of Flame.

In Marriage, As In Chemistry, Opposites Have Often An Attraction.

Youth Is A Season That Has No Repose.

My Heart Is Its Own Grave!

I Would Give Worlds, Could I Believe One-half That Is Profess'd Me; Affection! Could I Think It Thee, When Flattery Has Caress'd Me.