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 TAYLORAlthough Damascus is considered the oldest city in the world, the date of its foundation going beyond tradition, there are very few relics of antiquity in or near it.
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Learn to live, and live to learn, Ignorance like a fire doth burn, Little tasks make large return.
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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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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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To Truth’s house there is a single door, which is experience.
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The Poet’s leaves are gathered one by one, In the slow process of the doubtful years.
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I love thee, I love but thee, With a love that shall not die.
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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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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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London has the advantage of one of the most gloomy atmospheres in the world.
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Love’s humility is love’s true pride.
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Mock jewelry on a woman is tangible vulgarity.
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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.
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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?
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From the desert I come to thee, On a stallion shod with fire; And the winds are left behind In the speed of my desire.
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Labor, you know, is prayer.
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