There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her beauty and her chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men. A thousand hearts beat happily; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes looked love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell. But hush! hark! a deep sound strikes like a rising knell!

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What's drinking? A mere pause from thinking!

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The great art of life is sensation, to feel that we exist, even in pain.

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Land of lost gods and godlike men.

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Those who will not reason, are bigots, those who cannot, are fools, and those who dare not, are slaves.

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Always laugh when you can. It is cheap medicine.

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This quiet sail is as a noiseless wing To waft me from distraction.

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Always laugh when you can; it is cheap medicine. Merriment is a philosophy not well understood. It is the sunny side of existence.

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Think not I am what I appear.

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She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes.

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