The loving are the daring.
BAYARD TAYLORFrom 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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Sometimes an hour of Fate’s serenest weather Strikes through our changeful sky its coming beams; Somewhere above us, in elusive ether, Waits the fulfilment of our dearest dreams.
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By wisdom wealth is won; but riches purchased wisdom yet for none.
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Alone each heart must cover up its dead; Alone, through bitter toil, achieve its rest.
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Pens carry further than rifled cannon.
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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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Learn to live, and live to learn, Ignorance like a fire doth burn, Little tasks make large return.
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Mock jewelry on a woman is tangible vulgarity.
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But still I dream that somewhere there must be The spirit of a child that waits for me.
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And the wind that saddens, the sea that gladdens, Are singing the selfsame strain.
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In the glory which overhangs Palestine afar off, we imagine emotions which never come, when we tread the soil and walk over the hallowed sites.
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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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Life lives only in success.
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Those who would attain to any marked degree of excellence in a chosen pursuit must work, and work hard for it, prince or peasant.
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The maxims tell you to aim at perfection, which is well; but it’s unattainable, all the same.
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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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Eccentricity is developed monomania.
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Women are not apt to be won by the charms of verse.
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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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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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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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To Truth’s house there is a single door, which is experience.
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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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Departed suns their trails of splendor drew Across departed summers: whispers came From voices, long ago resolved again Into the primeval Silence, and we twain, Ghosts of our present selves, yet still the same, As in a spectral mirror wandered there.
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Sweeter than the stolen kiss Are the granted kisses
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The knowledge of my sin Is half-repentance.
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Opportunity is rare, and a wise man will never let it go by him.
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