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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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And the wind that saddens, the sea that gladdens, Are singing the selfsame strain.
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Pain Sea Wind
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
Sweeter than the stolen kiss Are the granted kisses
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Granted Kissing Stolen
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
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
Love is better than Fame.
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Better Fame Love
I love thee, I love but thee, With a love that shall not die.
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Love Old Shall You
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
The stream from Wisdom’s well, Which God supplies, is inexhaustible.
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Streams Wells Wisdom
Peace the offspring is of Power.
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Offspring Peace
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
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 glories of the possible are ours.
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Future Glory
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
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

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