Fame is what you have taken, / Character’s what you give; / When to this truth you waken, / Then you begin to live.
BAYARD TAYLORIt 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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The Poet’s leaves are gathered one by one, In the slow process of the doubtful years.
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And far and wide, in a scarlet tide, The poppy’s bonfire spread.
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Labor, you know, is prayer.
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Really,’ thought I, ‘we call Baltimore the ‘Monumental City’ for its two marble columns, and here is Edinburg with one at every street-corner!
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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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We follow and race In shifting chase, Over the boundless ocean-space! Who hath beheld when the race begun? Who shall behold it run?
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The stream from Wisdom’s well, Which God supplies, is inexhaustible.
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By wisdom wealth is won; but riches purchased wisdom yet for none.
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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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In the glory which overhangs Palestine afar off, we imagine emotions which never come, when we tread the soil and walk over the hallowed sites.
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Eccentricity is developed monomania.
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Learn to live, and live to learn, Ignorance like a fire doth burn, Little tasks make large return.
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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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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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The bravest are the most tender; the loving are the daring.
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