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Higher than the perfect song For which love longeth, Is the tender fear of wrong, That never wrongeth.

Bayard Taylor

And far and wide, in a scarlet tide, The poppy’s bonfire spread.
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Bonfire Poppies Tides
By wisdom wealth is won; but riches purchased wisdom yet for none.
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Rich Wealth Wisdom
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
The bravest are the most tender; the loving are the daring.
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Courage Daring Engagement
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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Childhood Desire Long
Sweeter than the stolen kiss Are the granted kisses
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Granted Kissing Stolen
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 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
And rest, that strengthens unto virtuous deeds, Is one with Prayer.
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Deeds Prayer Virtuous
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
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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Dream Fate Sky
Love is better than Fame.
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Better Fame Love
Death is not rare, alas! nor burials few, And soon the grassy coverlet of God Spreads equal green above their ashes pale.
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Ashes Death Green
The loving are the daring.
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Daring Engagement Love
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
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

Higher than the perfect song For which love longeth, Is the tender fear of wrong, That never wrongeth.

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