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.
BAYARD TAYLORFame 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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The hollows are heavy and dank With the steam of the Goldenrods.
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Love is better than Fame.
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The glories of the possible are ours.
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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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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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By wisdom wealth is won; but riches purchased wisdom yet for none.
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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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Swelling in anger or sparkling in glee.
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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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The maxims tell you to aim at perfection, which is well; but it’s unattainable, all the same.
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And the wind that saddens, the sea that gladdens, Are singing the selfsame strain.
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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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London has the advantage of one of the most gloomy atmospheres in the world.
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With rushing winds and gloomy skies The dark and stubborn Winter dies: Far-off, unseen, Spring faintly cries, Bidding her earliest child arise; March!
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But still I dream that somewhere there must be The spirit of a child that waits for me.
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