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

Bayard Taylor

Learn to live, and live to learn, Ignorance like a fire doth burn, Little tasks make large return.
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Fire Ignorance Learning
The Poet’s leaves are gathered one by one, In the slow process of the doubtful years.
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Poet Process Years
The most annoying of all blockheads is a well-read fool.
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Annoying Fool Wells
Peace the offspring is of Power.
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Offspring Peace
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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Children Dark Spring
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 glories of the possible are ours.
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Future Glory
Swelling in anger or sparkling in glee.
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Glee Ocean Swelling
Love’s humility is love’s true pride.
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Humility Love Pride True
And far and wide, in a scarlet tide, The poppy’s bonfire spread.
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Bonfire Poppies Tides
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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Comfort Sea Voyages
But still I dream that somewhere there must be The spirit of a child that waits for me.
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Childhood Children Dream
Pansies in soft April rains Fill their stalks with honeyed sap Drawn from Earth’s prolific lap.
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Earth Rain Sap
The maxims tell you to aim at perfection, which is well; but it’s unattainable, all the same.
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Aim Perfection Unattainable
Death is not rare, alas! nor burials few, And soon the grassy coverlet of God Spreads equal green above their ashes pale.
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Ashes Death Green
Melrose is the finest remaining specimen of Gothic architecture in Scotland. Some of the sculptured flowers in the cloister arches are remarkably beautiful and delicate, and the two windows – the south and east oriels – are of a lightness and grace of execution really surprising.
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Beautiful Flower Scotland

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