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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.

Bayard Taylor

Life lives only in success.
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Life Live Success
Opportunity is rare, and a wise man will never let it go by him.
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Men Opportunity Wise
Sweeter than the stolen kiss Are the granted kisses
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Granted Kissing Stolen
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
And rest, that strengthens unto virtuous deeds, Is one with Prayer.
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Deeds Prayer Virtuous
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
The hollows are heavy and dank With the steam of the Goldenrods.
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Dank heavy Steam
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
The stream from Wisdom’s well, Which God supplies, is inexhaustible.
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Streams Wells Wisdom
We follow and race In shifting chase, Over the boundless ocean-space! Who hath beheld when the race begun? Who shall behold it run?
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Ocean Running Space
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
Could one live on the sense of beauty alone, exempt from the necessity of ‘creature comforts,’ a sea-voyage would be delightful.
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Comfort Sea Voyages
London has the advantage of one of the most gloomy atmospheres in the world.
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Atmosphere Country World
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 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
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 maxims tell you to aim at perfection, which is well; but it’s unattainable, all the same.
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Aim Perfection Unattainable
The bravest are the most tender; the loving are the daring.
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Courage Daring Engagement
And the wind that saddens, the sea that gladdens, Are singing the selfsame strain.
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Pain Sea Wind
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
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
To Truth’s house there is a single door, which is experience.
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Doors Experience House
By wisdom wealth is won; but riches purchased wisdom yet for none.
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Rich Wealth Wisdom
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
Above Coblentz almost every mountain has a ruin and a legend. One feels everywhere the spirit of the past, and its stirring recollections come back upon the mind with irresistible force.
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Mind Mountain Past
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
Love is better than Fame.
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Better Fame Love

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