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Pansies in soft April rains Fill their stalks with honeyed sap Drawn from Earth’s prolific lap.

Bayard Taylor

Eccentricity is developed monomania.
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Develop Eccentricity Monomania
The Poet’s leaves are gathered one by one, In the slow process of the doubtful years.
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Poet Process Years
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
So far as female beauty is concerned, the Circassian women have no superiors. They have preserved in their mountain home the purity of the Grecian models, and still display the perfect physical loveliness, whose type has descended to us in the Venus de Medici.
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Home Mountain Perfect
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 still I dream that somewhere there must be The spirit of a child that waits for me.
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Childhood Children Dream
Swelling in anger or sparkling in glee.
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Glee Ocean Swelling
Life lives only in success.
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Life Live Success
The stream from Wisdom’s well, Which God supplies, is inexhaustible.
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Streams Wells Wisdom
By wisdom wealth is won; but riches purchased wisdom yet for none.
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Rich Wealth Wisdom
Alone each heart must cover up its dead; Alone, through bitter toil, achieve its rest.
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Heart Solitude
Higher than the perfect song For which love longeth, Is the tender fear of wrong, That never wrongeth.
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Higher Perfect Song
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
Women are not apt to be won by the charms of verse.
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Charm Verses Wooing
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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Ocean Running Space
The glories of the possible are ours.
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Future Glory

Pansies in soft April rains Fill their stalks with honeyed sap Drawn from Earth’s prolific lap.

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