Passion is the mob of the man, that commits a riot upon his reason.

Passion is the mob of the man, that commits a riot upon his reason.

And the dancing has begun now,
And the dancers whirl round gaily
In the waltz's giddy mazes,
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And the dancing has begun now,
And the dancers whirl round gaily
In the waltz's giddy mazes,
And the ground beneath them trembles.

My dancing days are done.

My dancing days are done.

Nothing great in the world has ever been accomplished without passion.

Nothing great in the world has ever been accomplished without passion.

Only a life lived for others is worth living

Only a life lived for others is worth living

When the habitually even-tempered suddenly fly into a passion, that explosion is apt to be more impressive than the outburst read more

When the habitually even-tempered suddenly fly into a passion, that explosion is apt to be more impressive than the outburst of the most violent amongst us.

What! the girl I adore by another embraced?
What! the balm of her breath shall another man taste?
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What! the girl I adore by another embraced?
What! the balm of her breath shall another man taste?
What! pressed in the dance by another's man's knee?
What! panting recline on another than me?
Sir, she's yours; you have pressed from the grape its fine blue,
From the rosebud you've shaken the tremulous dew;
What you've touched you may take. Pretty waltzer--adieu!

In the black of my midnight you're the star for me.

In the black of my midnight you're the star for me.

Only I discern
Infinite passion, and the pain
Of finite hearts that yearn.

Only I discern
Infinite passion, and the pain
Of finite hearts that yearn.