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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 Truth’s house there is a single door, which is experience.
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Doors Experience House
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
The bravest are the most tender; the loving are the daring.
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Courage Daring Engagement
I love thee, I love but thee, With a love that shall not die.
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Love Old Shall You
Learn to live, and live to learn, Ignorance like a fire doth burn, Little tasks make large return.
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Fire Ignorance Learning
Opportunity is rare, and a wise man will never let it go by him.
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Men Opportunity Wise
Women are not apt to be won by the charms of verse.
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Charm Verses Wooing
Above Coblentz almost every mountain has a ruin and a legend. One feels everywhere the spirit of the past, and its stirring recollections come back upon the mind with irresistible force.
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Mind Mountain Past
Alone each heart must cover up its dead; Alone, through bitter toil, achieve its rest.
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Heart Solitude
The glories of the possible are ours.
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Future Glory
The hollows are heavy and dank With the steam of the Goldenrods.
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Dank heavy Steam
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
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 most annoying of all blockheads is a well-read fool.
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Annoying Fool Wells
Love’s humility is love’s true pride.
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Humility Love Pride True

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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