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And the wind that saddens, the sea that gladdens, Are singing the selfsame strain.

Bayard Taylor

But still I dream that somewhere there must be The spirit of a child that waits for me.
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Childhood Children Dream
By wisdom wealth is won; but riches purchased wisdom yet for none.
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Rich Wealth Wisdom
To learn by observation is traveling, people must also bring knowledge with them.
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Observation People
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
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
The most annoying of all blockheads is a well-read fool.
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Annoying Fool Wells
Departed suns their trails of splendor drew Across departed summers: whispers came From voices, long ago resolved again Into the primeval Silence, and we twain, Ghosts of our present selves, yet still the same, As in a spectral mirror wandered there.
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Mirror Mirrors Self Summer Wander
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
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
Labor, you know, is prayer.
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Know Labor Prayer
Alone each heart must cover up its dead; Alone, through bitter toil, achieve its rest.
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Heart Solitude
The Poet’s leaves are gathered one by one, In the slow process of the doubtful years.
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Poet Process Years
Peace the offspring is of Power.
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Offspring Peace
With rushing winds and gloomy skies The dark and stubborn Winter dies: Far-off, unseen, Spring faintly cries, Bidding her earliest child arise; March!
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Children Dark Spring
Love is better than Fame.
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Better Fame Love
And far and wide, in a scarlet tide, The poppy’s bonfire spread.
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Bonfire Poppies Tides

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