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.
BAYARD TAYLORWith 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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Opportunity is rare, and a wise man will never let it go by him.
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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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Women are not apt to be won by the charms of verse.
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Sweeter than the stolen kiss Are the granted kisses
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The hollows are heavy and dank With the steam of the Goldenrods.
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By wisdom wealth is won; but riches purchased wisdom yet for none.
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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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Melrose is the finest remaining specimen of Gothic architecture in Scotland. Some of the sculptured flowers in the cloister arches are remarkably beautiful and delicate, and the two windows – the south and east oriels – are of a lightness and grace of execution really surprising.
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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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Swelling in anger or sparkling in glee.
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Higher than the perfect song For which love longeth, Is the tender fear of wrong, That never wrongeth.
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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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I love thee, I love but thee, With a love that shall not die.
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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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The most annoying of all blockheads is a well-read fool.
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