John Greenleaf Whittier
- Beauty seen is never lost,
God's colors all are fast.
(topic: beauty)
- They tell me, Lucy, thou art dead,
That all of thee we loved and cherished
Has with thy summer roses perished;
And left, as its young beauty fled,
An ashen memory in its stead.
(topic: death)
- For of all sad words of tongue or pen,
The saddest are these: 'It might have been!'
(topic: regret)
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