The Poet’s leaves are gathered one by one, In the slow process of the doubtful years.

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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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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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Perfect
Higher than the perfect song For which love longeth, Is the tender fear of wrong, That never wrongeth.

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Higher than the perfect song For which love longeth, Is the tender fear of wrong, That never wrongeth.
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Higher Perfect
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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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
The Poet’s leaves are gathered one by one, In the slow process of the doubtful years.

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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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Years
The stream from Wisdom’s well, Which God supplies, is inexhaustible.

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The stream from Wisdom’s well, Which God supplies, is inexhaustible.
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Streams Wells
Love’s humility is love’s true pride.

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Love’s humility is love’s true pride.
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Humility
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
I love thee, I love but thee, With a love that shall not die.
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Shall You
By wisdom wealth is won; but riches purchased wisdom yet for none.

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By wisdom wealth is won; but riches purchased wisdom yet for none.
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Really,’ thought I, ‘we call Baltimore the ‘Monumental City’ for its two marble columns, and here is Edinburg with one at every street-corner!

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Really,’ thought I, ‘we call Baltimore the ‘Monumental City’ for its two marble columns, and here is Edinburg with one at every street-corner!
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Baltimore Cities Two
And rest, that strengthens unto virtuous deeds, Is one with Prayer.

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And rest, that strengthens unto virtuous deeds, Is one with Prayer.
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Deeds Virtuous
And far and wide, in a scarlet tide, The poppy’s bonfire spread.

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And far and wide, in a scarlet tide, The poppy’s bonfire spread.
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Bonfire Poppies Tides
The hollows are heavy and dank With the steam of the Goldenrods.

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The hollows are heavy and dank With the steam of the Goldenrods.
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Dank heavy Steam
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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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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Running
London has the advantage of one of the most gloomy atmospheres in the world.

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London has the advantage of one of the most gloomy atmospheres in the world.
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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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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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