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Higher than the perfect song For which love longeth, Is the tender fear of wrong, That never wrongeth.

Bayard Taylor

The lamp you lighted in the olden time Will show you my heart’s-blood beating through the rhyme: A poet’s journal, writ in fire and tears… Then slow deliverance, with the gaps of years.
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Blood Fire Heart
I love thee, I love but thee, With a love that shall not die.
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Love Old Shall You
The most annoying of all blockheads is a well-read fool.
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Annoying Fool Wells
Peace the offspring is of Power.
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Offspring Peace
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 the wind that saddens, the sea that gladdens, Are singing the selfsame strain.
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Pain Sea Wind
The bravest are the most tender; the loving are the daring.
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Courage Daring Engagement
The nearest approach I have ever seen to the symmetry of ancient sculpture was among the Arab tribes of Ethiopia. Our Saxon race can supply the athlete, but not the Apollo.
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Apollo Athlete Race
Melrose is the finest remaining specimen of Gothic architecture in Scotland. Some of the sculptured flowers in the cloister arches are remarkably beautiful and delicate, and the two windows – the south and east oriels – are of a lightness and grace of execution really surprising.
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Beautiful Flower Scotland
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
The Poet’s leaves are gathered one by one, In the slow process of the doubtful years.
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Poet Process Years
I know I am–that simplest bliss The millions of my brothers miss. I know the fortune to be born, Even to the meanest wretch they scorn.
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Bliss Brother Missing
Love is better than Fame.
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Better Fame Love
To learn by observation is traveling, people must also bring knowledge with them.
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Observation People
Mock jewelry on a woman is tangible vulgarity.
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Jewelry Tangible Taste
We follow and race In shifting chase, Over the boundless ocean-space! Who hath beheld when the race begun? Who shall behold it run?
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Ocean Running Space

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