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By AnonymPierre-jean De Beranger
Adieu! 'tis love's last greeting, The parting hour is come! And fast thy soul is fleeting To seek its starry home.
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By AnonymPierre-jean De Beranger
A man's reception depends upon his coat; his dismissal upon the wit he shows.
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By AnonymPierre-jean De Beranger
Glory is a shroud that posterity often tears from the shoulders of those who wore it when living.
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By AnonymPierre-jean De Beranger
Many have lived on a pedestal who will never have a statue when dead.
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By AnonymPierre-jean De Beranger
Old age doth in sharp pains abound; We are belabored by the gout, Our blindness is a dark profound, Our deafness each one laughs about. Then reason's light with falling ray Doth but a trembling flicker cast. Honor to age, ye children pay! Alas! my fifty years are past!
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By AnonymPierre-jean De Beranger
Our century is a brutal thinker.
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By AnonymPierre-jean De Beranger
Paradise is open to all kind hearts.
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By AnonymPierre-jean De Beranger
What divides men is less a difference in ideas than a likeness in pretensions.
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By AnonymPierre-jean De Beranger
When in our days Religion is made a political engine, she exposes herself to having her sacred character forgotten. The most tolerant become intolerant towards her. Believers, who believe something else besides what she teaches, retaliate by attacking her in the very sanctuary itself.
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