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

Bayard Taylor

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 who will watch my lilies, When their blossoms open white? By day the sun shall be sentry, And the moon and the stars by night!
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Moon Night Stars
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
The glories of the possible are ours.
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Future Glory
Sweeter than the stolen kiss Are the granted kisses
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Granted Kissing Stolen
The most annoying of all blockheads is a well-read fool.
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Annoying Fool Wells
Love is better than Fame.
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Better Fame Love
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
Voluptuous bloom and fragrance rare The summer to its rose may bring; Far sweeter to the wooing air The hidden violet of spring. Still, still that lovely ghost appears, Too fair, too pure, to bid depart; No riper love of later years Can steal its beauty from the heart.
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Love Spring Summer
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 stream from Wisdom’s well, Which God supplies, is inexhaustible.
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Streams Wells Wisdom
The hollows are heavy and dank With the steam of the Goldenrods.
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Dank heavy Steam
Peace the offspring is of Power.
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Offspring Peace
Fame is what you have taken, / Character’s what you give; / When to this truth you waken, / Then you begin to live.
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Character Giving Taken
Alone each heart must cover up its dead; Alone, through bitter toil, achieve its rest.
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Heart Solitude
And rest, that strengthens unto virtuous deeds, Is one with Prayer.
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Deeds Prayer Virtuous

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