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We follow and race In shifting chase, Over the boundless ocean-space! Who hath beheld when the race begun? Who shall behold it run?

Bayard Taylor

The loving are the daring.
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Daring Engagement Love
Swelling in anger or sparkling in glee.
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Glee Ocean Swelling
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
Eccentricity is developed monomania.
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Develop Eccentricity Monomania
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
Love is better than Fame.
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Better Fame Love
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
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 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’s humility is love’s true pride.
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Humility Love Pride True
The hollows are heavy and dank With the steam of the Goldenrods.
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Dank heavy Steam
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
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
Alone each heart must cover up its dead; Alone, through bitter toil, achieve its rest.
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Heart Solitude
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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Character Giving Taken

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