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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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Pansies in soft April rains Fill their stalks with honeyed sap Drawn from Earth’s prolific lap.
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Earth Rain Sap
Love is better than Fame.
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Better Fame Love
And far and wide, in a scarlet tide, The poppy’s bonfire spread.
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Bonfire Poppies Tides
The Poet’s leaves are gathered one by one, In the slow process of the doubtful years.
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Poet Process Years
Death is not rare, alas! nor burials few, And soon the grassy coverlet of God Spreads equal green above their ashes pale.
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Ashes Death Green
The most annoying of all blockheads is a well-read fool.
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Annoying Fool Wells
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
Eccentricity is developed monomania.
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Develop Eccentricity Monomania
Peace the offspring is of Power.
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Offspring Peace
By wisdom wealth is won; but riches purchased wisdom yet for none.
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Rich Wealth Wisdom
Swelling in anger or sparkling in glee.
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Glee Ocean Swelling
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
The stream from Wisdom’s well, Which God supplies, is inexhaustible.
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Streams Wells Wisdom
Really,’ thought I, ‘we call Baltimore the ‘Monumental City’ for its two marble columns, and here is Edinburg with one at every street-corner!
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Baltimore Cities Two
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
To Truth’s house there is a single door, which is experience.
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Doors Experience House

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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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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