Mock jewelry on a woman is tangible vulgarity.
BAYARD TAYLORAs 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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We follow and race In shifting chase, Over the boundless ocean-space! Who hath beheld when the race begun? Who shall behold it run?
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Women are not apt to be won by the charms of verse.
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And far and wide, in a scarlet tide, The poppy’s bonfire spread.
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The lamp you lighted in the olden time Will show you my heart’s-blood beating through the rhyme: A poet’s journal, writ in fire and tears… Then slow deliverance, with the gaps of years.
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And the wind that saddens, the sea that gladdens, Are singing the selfsame strain.
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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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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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The stream from Wisdom’s well, Which God supplies, is inexhaustible.
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But who will watch my lilies, When their blossoms open white? By day the sun shall be sentry, And the moon and the stars by night!
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Labor, you know, is prayer.
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The bravest are the most tender; the loving are the daring.
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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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It is an agreeable and yet a painful sense of novelty to stand for the first time in the midst of a people whose language and manners are different from one’s own.
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And rest, that strengthens unto virtuous deeds, Is one with Prayer.
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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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