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Never a lip is curved with pain That can't be kissed into smiles again.
Never a lip is curved with pain That can't be kissed into smiles again.
God is a concept by which we measure our pain.
God is a concept by which we measure our pain.
Pain is no longer pain when it is past.
Pain is no longer pain when it is past.
A man of pleasure is a man of pains.
A man of pleasure is a man of pains.
Nothing begins, and nothing ends, That is not paid with moan; For we are born in others' pain read more
Nothing begins, and nothing ends, That is not paid with moan; For we are born in others' pain And perish in our own.
Pain is no evil unless it conquers us.
Pain is no evil unless it conquers us.
Pain and pleasure, like light and darkness, succeed each other.
Pain and pleasure, like light and darkness, succeed each other.
Ah, to think how thin the veil that lies
Between the pain of hell and Paradise.
Ah, to think how thin the veil that lies
Between the pain of hell and Paradise.
Beneath the milk-white thorn that scents the evening gale.
from the poem
The Cotter’s Saturday Night.
Beneath the milk-white thorn that scents the evening gale.
from the poem
The Cotter’s Saturday Night.
