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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

And the wind that saddens, the sea that gladdens, Are singing the selfsame strain.
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Pain Sea Wind
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
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
There may come a day Which crowns Desire with gift, and Art with truth, And Love with bliss, and Life with wiser youth!
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Art Desire Success
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
But still I dream that somewhere there must be The spirit of a child that waits for me.
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Childhood Children Dream
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
The Poet’s leaves are gathered one by one, In the slow process of the doubtful years.
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Poet Process Years
The loving are the daring.
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Daring Engagement Love
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
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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Children Dark Spring
Sweeter than the stolen kiss Are the granted kisses
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Granted Kissing Stolen
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
Opportunity is rare, and a wise man will never let it go by him.
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Men Opportunity Wise
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
Labor, you know, is prayer.
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Know Labor Prayer

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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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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