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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.

Bayard Taylor

To learn by observation is traveling, people must also bring knowledge with them.
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Observation People
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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Childhood Desire Long
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
Peace the offspring is of Power.
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Offspring Peace
Love’s humility is love’s true pride.
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Humility Love Pride True
Swelling in anger or sparkling in glee.
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Glee Ocean Swelling
Life lives only in success.
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Life Live Success
Women are not apt to be won by the charms of verse.
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Charm Verses Wooing
The hollows are heavy and dank With the steam of the Goldenrods.
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Dank heavy Steam
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
By wisdom wealth is won; but riches purchased wisdom yet for none.
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Rich Wealth Wisdom
And rest, that strengthens unto virtuous deeds, Is one with Prayer.
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Deeds Prayer Virtuous
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
Sweeter than the stolen kiss Are the granted kisses
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Granted Kissing Stolen
And far and wide, in a scarlet tide, The poppy’s bonfire spread.
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Bonfire Poppies Tides
Alone each heart must cover up its dead; Alone, through bitter toil, achieve its rest.
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Heart Solitude

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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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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