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He teaches best, Who feels the hearts of all men in his breast, And knows their strength or weakness through his own.

Bayard Taylor

To Truth’s house there is a single door, which is experience.
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Doors Experience House
Labor, you know, is prayer.
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Know Labor Prayer
Pansies in soft April rains Fill their stalks with honeyed sap Drawn from Earth’s prolific lap.
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Earth Rain Sap
And far and wide, in a scarlet tide, The poppy’s bonfire spread.
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Bonfire Poppies Tides
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
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
Opportunity is rare, and a wise man will never let it go by him.
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Men Opportunity Wise
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
Love’s humility is love’s true pride.
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Humility Love Pride True
The Poet’s leaves are gathered one by one, In the slow process of the doubtful years.
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Poet Process Years
Above Coblentz almost every mountain has a ruin and a legend. One feels everywhere the spirit of the past, and its stirring recollections come back upon the mind with irresistible force.
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Mind Mountain Past
Women are not apt to be won by the charms of verse.
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Charm Verses Wooing
Mock jewelry on a woman is tangible vulgarity.
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Jewelry Tangible Taste
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
Fame is what you have taken, / Character’s what you give; / When to this truth you waken, / Then you begin to live.
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Character Giving Taken
Pens carry further than rifled cannon.
BAYARD TAYLOR

Cannons Carry Pens

He teaches best, Who feels the hearts of all men in his breast, And knows their strength or weakness through his own.

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