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Pansies in soft April rains Fill their stalks with honeyed sap Drawn from Earth’s prolific lap.

Bayard Taylor

As I toiled up the Mount of Olives, in the very footsteps of Christ, panting with the heat and the difficult ascent, I found it utterly impossible to conceive that the Deity, in human form, had walked there before me.
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Ascent Olives
The stream from Wisdom’s well, Which God supplies, is inexhaustible.
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Streams Wells Wisdom
Eccentricity is developed monomania.
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Develop Eccentricity Monomania
And far and wide, in a scarlet tide, The poppy’s bonfire spread.
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Bonfire Poppies Tides
But still I dream that somewhere there must be The spirit of a child that waits for me.
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Childhood Children Dream
And rest, that strengthens unto virtuous deeds, Is one with Prayer.
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Deeds Prayer Virtuous
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
An enthusiastic desire of visiting the Old World haunted me from early childhood. I cherished a presentiment, amounting almost to belief, that I should one day behold the scenes, among which my fancy had so long wandered.
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Childhood Desire Long
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
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
London has the advantage of one of the most gloomy atmospheres in the world.
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Atmosphere Country World
Women are not apt to be won by the charms of verse.
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Charm Verses Wooing
Those who would attain to any marked degree of excellence in a chosen pursuit must work, and work hard for it, prince or peasant.
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Excellence Hard Perseverance Work
The healing of the world is in its nameless saints. Each separate star seems nothing, but a myriad scattered stars break up the night and make it beautiful.
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Beautiful Healing Stars
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
Pens carry further than rifled cannon.
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Cannons Carry Pens

Pansies in soft April rains Fill their stalks with honeyed sap Drawn from Earth’s prolific lap.

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