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

Bayard Taylor

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
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
Swelling in anger or sparkling in glee.
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Glee Ocean Swelling
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
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
Women are not apt to be won by the charms of verse.
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Charm Verses Wooing
I love thee, I love but thee, With a love that shall not die.
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Love Old Shall You
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
By wisdom wealth is won; but riches purchased wisdom yet for none.
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Rich Wealth Wisdom
The loving are the daring.
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Daring Engagement Love
The bravest are the most tender; the loving are the daring.
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Courage Daring Engagement
From the desert I come to thee, On a stallion shod with fire; And the winds are left behind In the speed of my desire.
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Desire Fire Wind
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
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
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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Different Firsts People
The healing of the world is in its nameless saints. Each separate star seems nothing, but a myriad scattered stars break up the night and make it beautiful.
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Beautiful Healing Stars

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