The red rose whispers of passion, And the white rose breathes of love; O, the red rose is a falcon, And the white rose is a dove.
John Boyle O'Reilly
In bed my real love has always been the sleep that rescued me by allowing me to dream.
sleep real dream bed love
How shall I a habit break? As you did that habit make, As you gathered, you must lose; As you yielded, now refuse, Thread by thread the strands we twist Till they bind us neck and wrist, Thread by thread the patient hand Must untwine ere free we stan
break habit free lose hand
Too late we learn, a man must hold his friend, Unjudged, accepted, trusted to the end
man end learn friend judgement
The world is large, when its weary leagues two loving hearts divide; But the world is small, when your enemy is loose on the other side
hearts world loving small enemy side
For all time to come, the freedom and purity of the press are the test of national virtue and independence. No writer for the press, however humble, is free from the burden of keeping his purpose high and his integrity white.
independence tests purpose virtues thetimes time
For the love that is purest and sweetest Has a kiss of desire on the lips.
Doubt is brother-devil to Despair.
doubt
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