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I cross my heart and hope to die.
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Through the mosses bare,
They have planted thorn-trees
For pleasure here and there.
if any man so daring
as dig them up in spite,
he shall find their sharpest thorns
in his bed at night
- William Allingham
Forest, I fear you! in my ruined heart
your roaring wakens the same agony
as in cathedrals when the organs moans
and from the depths I hear that I am damned
- Charles Baudelaire
Yet each man kills the thing he loves,
By each let this be heard,
Some do it with a bitter look,
Some with a flattering word,
The coward does it with a kiss,
The brave man with a sword!
- Oscar Wilde
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Through the mosses bare,
They have planted thorn-trees
For pleasure here and there.
if any man so daring
as dig them up in spite,
he shall find their sharpest thorns
in his bed at night
- William Allingham
Forest, I fear you! in my ruined heart
your roaring wakens the same agony
as in cathedrals when the organs moans
and from the depths I hear that I am damned
- Charles Baudelaire
Yet each man kills the thing he loves,
By each let this be heard,
Some do it with a bitter look,
Some with a flattering word,
The coward does it with a kiss,
The brave man with a sword!
- Oscar Wilde
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