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Fame is what you have taken, / Character’s what you give; / When to this truth you waken, / Then you begin to live.

Bayard Taylor

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
The maxims tell you to aim at perfection, which is well; but it’s unattainable, all the same.
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Aim Perfection Unattainable
Mock jewelry on a woman is tangible vulgarity.
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Jewelry Tangible Taste
Eccentricity is developed monomania.
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Develop Eccentricity Monomania
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
The most annoying of all blockheads is a well-read fool.
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Annoying Fool Wells
The hollows are heavy and dank With the steam of the Goldenrods.
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Dank heavy Steam
Who thinks, at night, that morn will ever be? Who knows, far out upon the central sea, That anywhere is land? And yet, a shore Has set behind us, and will rise before: A past foretells a future.
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Hope Night Past
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
Women are not apt to be won by the charms of verse.
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Charm Verses Wooing
And rest, that strengthens unto virtuous deeds, Is one with Prayer.
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Deeds Prayer Virtuous
Wrapped in his sad-colored cloak, the Day, like a Puritan, standeth Stern in the joyless fields, rebuking the lingering color,– Dying hectic of leaves and the chilly blue of the asters,– Hearing, perchance, the croak of a crow on the desolate tree-top.
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Blue Color Tree
By wisdom wealth is won; but riches purchased wisdom yet for none.
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Rich Wealth Wisdom
The aquilegia sprinkled on the rocks A scarlet rain; the yellow violet Sat in the chariot of its leaves, the phlox Held spikes of purple flame in meadows wet, And all the streams with vernal-scented reed Were fringed, and streaky bellow of miskodeed.
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Color Flame Rain Rocks Sprinkle
Peace the offspring is of Power.
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Offspring Peace
It is an agreeable and yet a painful sense of novelty to stand for the first time in the midst of a people whose language and manners are different from one’s own.
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Different Firsts People

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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