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I love thee, I love but thee, With a love that shall not die.

Bayard Taylor

Fame is what you have taken, / Character’s what you give; / When to this truth you waken, / Then you begin to live.
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Character Giving Taken
To learn by observation is traveling, people must also bring knowledge with them.
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Observation People
Peace the offspring is of Power.
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Offspring Peace
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
Although 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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Cities Foundation World
Life lives only in success.
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Life Live Success
Labor, you know, is prayer.
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Know Labor Prayer
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
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
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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Desire Fire Wind
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 Tree
I love thee, I love but thee, With a love that shall not die.
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Love Old Shall You
And rest, that strengthens unto virtuous deeds, Is one with Prayer.
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Deeds Prayer Virtuous
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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Hope Night Past
Swelling in anger or sparkling in glee.
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Glee Ocean Swelling
The Poet’s leaves are gathered one by one, In the slow process of the doubtful years.
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Poet Process Years

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