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And the wind that saddens, the sea that gladdens, Are singing the selfsame strain.

Bayard Taylor

The clouds are scudding across the moon, A misty light is on the sea; The wind in the shrouds has a wintry tune, And the foam is flying free.
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Clouds Light Moon
With rushing winds and gloomy skies The dark and stubborn Winter dies: Far-off, unseen, Spring faintly cries, Bidding her earliest child arise; March!
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Children Dark Spring
Opportunity is rare, and a wise man will never let it go by him.
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Men Opportunity Wise
Death is not rare, alas! nor burials few, And soon the grassy coverlet of God Spreads equal green above their ashes pale.
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Ashes Death Green
Swelling in anger or sparkling in glee.
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Glee Ocean Swelling
Eccentricity is developed monomania.
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Develop Eccentricity Monomania
So far as female beauty is concerned, the Circassian women have no superiors. They have preserved in their mountain home the purity of the Grecian models, and still display the perfect physical loveliness, whose type has descended to us in the Venus de Medici.
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Home Mountain Perfect
Peace the offspring is of Power.
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Offspring Peace
The bravest are the most tender; the loving are the daring.
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Courage Daring Engagement
From the desert I come to thee, On a stallion shod with fire; And the winds are left behind In the speed of my desire.
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Desire Fire Wind
And rest, that strengthens unto virtuous deeds, Is one with Prayer.
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Deeds Prayer Virtuous
The knowledge of my sin Is half-repentance.
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Half Repentance Sin
In the glory which overhangs Palestine afar off, we imagine emotions which never come, when we tread the soil and walk over the hallowed sites.
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Afar Emotion Soil
The aquilegia sprinkled on the rocks A scarlet rain; the yellow violet Sat in the chariot of its leaves, the phlox Held spikes of purple flame in meadows wet, And all the streams with vernal-scented reed Were fringed, and streaky bellow of miskodeed.
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Color Flame Rain Rocks Sprinkle
The stream from Wisdom’s well, Which God supplies, is inexhaustible.
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Streams Wells Wisdom
Pens carry further than rifled cannon.
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Cannons Carry Pens

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