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Opportunity is rare, and a wise man will never let it go by him.

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
Women are not apt to be won by the charms of verse.
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Charm Verses Wooing
Wrapped in his sad-colored cloak, the Day, like a Puritan, standeth Stern in the joyless fields, rebuking the lingering color,– Dying hectic of leaves and the chilly blue of the asters,– Hearing, perchance, the croak of a crow on the desolate tree-top.
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Blue Color Tree
Learn to live, and live to learn, Ignorance like a fire doth burn, Little tasks make large return.
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Fire Ignorance Learning
The hollows are heavy and dank With the steam of the Goldenrods.
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Dank heavy Steam
To Truth’s house there is a single door, which is experience.
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Doors Experience House
Could one live on the sense of beauty alone, exempt from the necessity of ‘creature comforts,’ a sea-voyage would be delightful.
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Comfort Sea Voyages
The bravest are the most tender; the loving are the daring.
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Courage Daring Engagement
Voluptuous bloom and fragrance rare The summer to its rose may bring; Far sweeter to the wooing air The hidden violet of spring. Still, still that lovely ghost appears, Too fair, too pure, to bid depart; No riper love of later years Can steal its beauty from the heart.
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Love Spring Summer
And the wind that saddens, the sea that gladdens, Are singing the selfsame strain.
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Pain Sea Wind
The knowledge of my sin Is half-repentance.
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Half Repentance Sin
Swelling in anger or sparkling in glee.
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Glee Ocean Swelling
By wisdom wealth is won; but riches purchased wisdom yet for none.
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Rich Wealth Wisdom
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
Labor, you know, is prayer.
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Know Labor Prayer

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