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

Bayard Taylor

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
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
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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Baltimore Cities Two
The knowledge of my sin Is half-repentance.
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Half Repentance Sin
Eccentricity is developed monomania.
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Develop Eccentricity Monomania
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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Ascent Olives
Love’s humility is love’s true pride.
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Humility Love Pride True
And far and wide, in a scarlet tide, The poppy’s bonfire spread.
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Bonfire Poppies Tides
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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Afar Emotion Soil
Life lives only in success.
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Life Live Success
The Poet’s leaves are gathered one by one, In the slow process of the doubtful years.
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Poet Process Years
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
London has the advantage of one of the most gloomy atmospheres in the world.
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Atmosphere Country World
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 most annoying of all blockheads is a well-read fool.
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Annoying Fool Wells
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

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

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