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“Oh! my friend, when you feel bursting on your lips the vow of eternal love, do not be afraid to yield, but do not confound wine with intoxication; do not think the cup divine because the draft is of celestial flavor; do not be astonished to find it broken and empty in the evening.”

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Book:The Confession of a Child of the Century
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The Confession of a Child of the Century

This book is a first-person narrative detailing the life and thoughts of a child born in the early 19th century. It delves into themes of social change, personal growth, and the impact of historical events on a young soul. more

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Alfred de Musset
Alfred de Musset

Alfred de Musset was a French dramatist and poet, born on December 11, 1810, in Paris, and died on May 2, 1857. Known for his romantic style, his works often depicted the contradictions of love and life, with notable plays including 'Thérèse' and 'La Muette de Portici'. more

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