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Oh, I am very weary, Though tears no longer flow; My eyes are tired of weeping, My heart is sick of woe.

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The human heart is like india-rubber; a little swells it, but a great deal will not burst it. If "little more than nothing will disturb it, little les...more

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The rose I gave you was an emblem of myheart,' said she; 'would you take it away andleave me here alone?' 'Would you give me your hand too, if I asked...more

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My heart is too thoroughly dried to be broken in a hurry, and I mean to live as long as I can.