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

Bayard Taylor

Could one live on the sense of beauty alone, exempt from the necessity of ‘creature comforts,’ a sea-voyage would be delightful.
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Comfort Sea Voyages
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
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
Love is better than Fame.
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Better Fame Love
Pens carry further than rifled cannon.
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Cannons Carry Pens
The knowledge of my sin Is half-repentance.
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Half Repentance Sin
Peace the offspring is of Power.
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Offspring Peace
The clouds are scudding across the moon, A misty light is on the sea; The wind in the shrouds has a wintry tune, And the foam is flying free.
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Clouds Light Moon
Labor, you know, is prayer.
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Know Labor Prayer
I love thee, I love but thee, With a love that shall not die.
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Love Old Shall You
He teaches best, Who feels the hearts of all men in his breast, And knows their strength or weakness through his own.
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Experience Heart Men
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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Moon Night Stars
To learn by observation is traveling, people must also bring knowledge with them.
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Observation People
The stream from Wisdom’s well, Which God supplies, is inexhaustible.
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Streams Wells Wisdom
The aquilegia sprinkled on the rocks A scarlet rain; the yellow violet Sat in the chariot of its leaves, the phlox Held spikes of purple flame in meadows wet, And all the streams with vernal-scented reed Were fringed, and streaky bellow of miskodeed.
BAYARD TAYLOR

Color Flame Rain Rocks Sprinkle
Swelling in anger or sparkling in glee.
BAYARD TAYLOR

Glee Ocean Swelling

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

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