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So far as female beauty is concerned, the Circassian women have no superiors. They have preserved in their mountain home the purity of the Grecian models, and still display the perfect physical loveliness, whose type has descended to us in the Venus de Medici.

Bayard Taylor

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
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
The glories of the possible are ours.
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Future Glory
To learn by observation is traveling, people must also bring knowledge with them.
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Observation People
And far and wide, in a scarlet tide, The poppy’s bonfire spread.
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Bonfire Poppies Tides
Eccentricity is developed monomania.
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Develop Eccentricity Monomania
The hollows are heavy and dank With the steam of the Goldenrods.
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Dank heavy Steam
By wisdom wealth is won; but riches purchased wisdom yet for none.
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Rich Wealth Wisdom
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
Higher than the perfect song For which love longeth, Is the tender fear of wrong, That never wrongeth.
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Higher Perfect Song
The bravest are the most tender; the loving are the daring.
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Courage Daring Engagement
Pens carry further than rifled cannon.
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Cannons Carry Pens
Opportunity is rare, and a wise man will never let it go by him.
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Men Opportunity Wise
And the wind that saddens, the sea that gladdens, Are singing the selfsame strain.
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Pain Sea Wind
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
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

So far as female beauty is concerned, the Circassian women have no superiors. They have preserved in their mountain home the purity of the Grecian models, and still display the perfect physical loveliness, whose type has descended to us in the Venus de Medici.

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So far as female beauty is concerned, the Circassian women have no superiors. They have preserved in their mountain home the purity of the Grecian models, and still display the perfect physical loveliness, whose type has descended to us in the Venus de Medici.

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