Sweeter than the stolen kiss Are the granted kisses
BAYARD TAYLORSwelling in anger or sparkling in glee.
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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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Peace the offspring is of Power.
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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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Higher than the perfect song For which love longeth, Is the tender fear of wrong, That never wrongeth.
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Love is better than Fame.
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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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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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The hollows are heavy and dank With the steam of the Goldenrods.
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I love thee, I love but thee, With a love that shall not die.
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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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London has the advantage of one of the most gloomy atmospheres in the world.
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To Truth’s house there is a single door, which is experience.
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Mock jewelry on a woman is tangible vulgarity.
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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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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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