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

Bayard Taylor

Opportunity is rare, and a wise man will never let it go by him.
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Men Opportunity Wise
And rest, that strengthens unto virtuous deeds, Is one with Prayer.
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Deeds Prayer Virtuous
Love’s humility is love’s true pride.
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Humility Love Pride True
The hollows are heavy and dank With the steam of the Goldenrods.
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Dank heavy Steam
And the wind that saddens, the sea that gladdens, Are singing the selfsame strain.
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Pain Sea Wind
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
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
Eccentricity is developed monomania.
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Develop Eccentricity Monomania
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
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
Who thinks, at night, that morn will ever be? Who knows, far out upon the central sea, That anywhere is land? And yet, a shore Has set behind us, and will rise before: A past foretells a future.
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Hope Night Past
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
Love is better than Fame.
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Better Fame Love
Women are not apt to be won by the charms of verse.
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Charm Verses Wooing

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