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We follow and race In shifting chase, Over the boundless ocean-space! Who hath beheld when the race begun? Who shall behold it run?

Bayard Taylor

The knowledge of my sin Is half-repentance.
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Half Repentance Sin
Women are not apt to be won by the charms of verse.
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Charm Verses Wooing
Pansies in soft April rains Fill their stalks with honeyed sap Drawn from Earth’s prolific lap.
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Earth Rain Sap
Love’s humility is love’s true pride.
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Humility Love Pride True
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
By wisdom wealth is won; but riches purchased wisdom yet for none.
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Rich Wealth Wisdom
But who will watch my lilies, When their blossoms open white? By day the sun shall be sentry, And the moon and the stars by night!
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Moon Night Stars
Love is better than Fame.
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Better Fame Love
To Truth’s house there is a single door, which is experience.
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Doors Experience House
The most annoying of all blockheads is a well-read fool.
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Annoying Fool Wells
The loving are the daring.
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Daring Engagement Love
The glories of the possible are ours.
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Future Glory
There may come a day Which crowns Desire with gift, and Art with truth, And Love with bliss, and Life with wiser youth!
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Art Desire Success
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
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.
BAYARD TAYLOR

Love Spring Summer

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