Sweeter than the stolen kiss Are the granted kisses
BAYARD TAYLORBut 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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Pansies in soft April rains Fill their stalks with honeyed sap Drawn from Earth’s prolific lap.
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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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I love thee, I love but thee, With a love that shall not die.
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By wisdom wealth is won; but riches purchased wisdom yet for none.
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Eccentricity is developed monomania.
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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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Higher than the perfect song For which love longeth, Is the tender fear of wrong, That never wrongeth.
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Alone each heart must cover up its dead; Alone, through bitter toil, achieve its rest.
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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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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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Life lives only in success.
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In the glory which overhangs Palestine afar off, we imagine emotions which never come, when we tread the soil and walk over the hallowed sites.
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As I toiled up the Mount of Olives, in the very footsteps of Christ, panting with the heat and the difficult ascent, I found it utterly impossible to conceive that the Deity, in human form, had walked there before me.
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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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The stream from Wisdom’s well, Which God supplies, is inexhaustible.
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