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Thomas Moore – from Believe Me

No, the heart that has truly loved, never forgets
But as truly loves on to the close,
As the sunflower turns on her god, when he sets,
The same look which she turned when he rose

Thomas More – adapted from Odes to Nea

 Nay, tempt me not to love again,
There was a time when love was sweet;
Dear friend! Had I but known thee then,
Our souls had not been slow to meet.
But oh, this weary heart hath run
So many a time the rounds of pain
Not even for thee, thou sweetest one
Would I endure such pangs again

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How many hours of idle waste
Within those witching arms embraced,
Unmindful of the fleeting day,
Have I dissolved life's dream away.
O bloom of time profusely shed
O moments, simply, vainly fled,
Yet sweetly too – for love perfumed
The flame which thus my life consumed
And brilliant was the chain of flowers
In which he led my victim hours

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Ah friend, the heart which he forsook
For thee were but a worthwhile shrine -
Go lovely soul, that angel look
Must thrill a soul more pure than mine
Oh thou shalt be all else to me
That heart can feel or tongue can feign
I'll praise, admire and worship thee
But must not, dare not, love again.