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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!

Bayard Taylor

Pansies in soft April rains Fill their stalks with honeyed sap Drawn from Earth’s prolific lap.
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Earth Rain Sap
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
There may come a day Which crowns Desire with gift, and Art with truth, And Love with bliss, and Life with wiser youth!
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Art Desire Success
The glories of the possible are ours.
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Future Glory
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
Melrose is the finest remaining specimen of Gothic architecture in Scotland. Some of the sculptured flowers in the cloister arches are remarkably beautiful and delicate, and the two windows – the south and east oriels – are of a lightness and grace of execution really surprising.
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Beautiful Flower Scotland
And far and wide, in a scarlet tide, The poppy’s bonfire spread.
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Bonfire Poppies Tides
Sweeter than the stolen kiss Are the granted kisses
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Granted Kissing Stolen
To learn by observation is traveling, people must also bring knowledge with them.
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Observation People
Women are not apt to be won by the charms of verse.
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Charm Verses Wooing
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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Love Spring Summer
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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Ascent Olives
The Poet’s leaves are gathered one by one, In the slow process of the doubtful years.
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Poet Process Years
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
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
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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Afar Emotion Soil

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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