“Love on through all ills, and love on till they die.”

—  Thomas Moore

Lalla Rookh http://www.columbia.edu/itc/mealac/pritchett/00generallinks/lallarookh/index.html (1817), Part IX: The Light of the Harem

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Irish poet, singer and songwriter 1779–1852

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