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

Bayard Taylor

Departed suns their trails of splendor drew Across departed summers: whispers came From voices, long ago resolved again Into the primeval Silence, and we twain, Ghosts of our present selves, yet still the same, As in a spectral mirror wandered there.
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Mirror Mirrors Self Summer Wander
I love thee, I love but thee, With a love that shall not die.
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Love Old Shall You
By wisdom wealth is won; but riches purchased wisdom yet for none.
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Rich Wealth Wisdom
And the wind that saddens, the sea that gladdens, Are singing the selfsame strain.
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Pain Sea Wind
Mock jewelry on a woman is tangible vulgarity.
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Jewelry Tangible Taste
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.
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Beautiful Healing Stars
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
I know I am–that simplest bliss The millions of my brothers miss. I know the fortune to be born, Even to the meanest wretch they scorn.
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Bliss Brother Missing
The loving are the daring.
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Daring Engagement Love
The glories of the possible are ours.
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Future Glory
Those who would attain to any marked degree of excellence in a chosen pursuit must work, and work hard for it, prince or peasant.
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Excellence Hard Perseverance Work
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
London has the advantage of one of the most gloomy atmospheres in the world.
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Atmosphere Country World
Peace the offspring is of Power.
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Offspring Peace
The lamp you lighted in the olden time Will show you my heart’s-blood beating through the rhyme: A poet’s journal, writ in fire and tears… Then slow deliverance, with the gaps of years.
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Blood Fire Heart
Although Damascus is considered the oldest city in the world, the date of its foundation going beyond tradition, there are very few relics of antiquity in or near it.
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Cities Foundation World

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

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