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An enthusiastic desire of visiting the Old World haunted me from early childhood. I cherished a presentiment, amounting almost to belief, that I should one day behold the scenes, among which my fancy had so long wandered.

Bayard Taylor

To Truth’s house there is a single door, which is experience.
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Doors Experience House
To learn by observation is traveling, people must also bring knowledge with them.
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Observation People
The hollows are heavy and dank With the steam of the Goldenrods.
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Dank heavy Steam
The knowledge of my sin Is half-repentance.
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Half Repentance Sin
By wisdom wealth is won; but riches purchased wisdom yet for none.
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Rich Wealth Wisdom
As I toiled up the Mount of Olives, in the very footsteps of Christ, panting with the heat and the difficult ascent, I found it utterly impossible to conceive that the Deity, in human form, had walked there before me.
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Ascent Olives
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
Pens carry further than rifled cannon.
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Cannons Carry Pens
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
Love’s humility is love’s true pride.
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Humility Love Pride True
The glories of the possible are ours.
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Future Glory
Voluptuous bloom and fragrance rare The summer to its rose may bring; Far sweeter to the wooing air The hidden violet of spring. Still, still that lovely ghost appears, Too fair, too pure, to bid depart; No riper love of later years Can steal its beauty from the heart.
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Love Spring Summer
The Poet’s leaves are gathered one by one, In the slow process of the doubtful years.
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Poet Process Years
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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Dream Fate Sky
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

An enthusiastic desire of visiting the Old World haunted me from early childhood. I cherished a presentiment, amounting almost to belief, that I should one day behold the scenes, among which my fancy had so long wandered.

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An enthusiastic desire of visiting the Old World haunted me from early childhood. I cherished a presentiment, amounting almost to belief, that I should one day behold the scenes, among which my fancy had so long wandered.

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