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Post by Suzie on Jan 31, 2009 9:03:15 GMT 12
Be thou the rainbow in the storms of life. The evening beam that smiles the clouds away, and tints tomorrow with prophetic ray.
Death, so called, is a thing which makes men weep, And yet a third of life is passed in sleep.
I am about to be married, and am of course in all the misery of a man in pursuit of happiness.
Men think highly of those who rise rapidly in the world; whereas nothing rises quicker than dust, straw, and feathers.
Opinions are made to be changed - or how is truth to be got at? Lord Byron
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