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But still I dream that somewhere there must be The spirit of a child that waits for me.

Bayard Taylor

And the wind that saddens, the sea that gladdens, Are singing the selfsame strain.
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Pain Sea Wind
The clouds are scudding across the moon, A misty light is on the sea; The wind in the shrouds has a wintry tune, And the foam is flying free.
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Clouds Light Moon
Sweeter than the stolen kiss Are the granted kisses
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Granted Kissing Stolen
And rest, that strengthens unto virtuous deeds, Is one with Prayer.
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Deeds Prayer Virtuous
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
Higher than the perfect song For which love longeth, Is the tender fear of wrong, That never wrongeth.
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Higher Perfect Song
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.
BAYARD TAYLOR

Cities Foundation World
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
Women are not apt to be won by the charms of verse.
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Charm Verses Wooing
Love is better than Fame.
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Better Fame Love
Mock jewelry on a woman is tangible vulgarity.
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Jewelry Tangible Taste
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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Apollo Athlete Race
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
I love thee, I love but thee, With a love that shall not die.
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Love Old Shall You
The hollows are heavy and dank With the steam of the Goldenrods.
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Dank heavy Steam
Love’s humility is love’s true pride.
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Humility Love Pride True

But still I dream that somewhere there must be The spirit of a child that waits for me.

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