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.
BAYARD TAYLORWrapped 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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By wisdom wealth is won; but riches purchased wisdom yet for none.
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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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Mock jewelry on a woman is tangible vulgarity.
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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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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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The knowledge of my sin Is half-repentance.
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The nearest approach I have ever seen to the symmetry of ancient sculpture was among the Arab tribes of Ethiopia. Our Saxon race can supply the athlete, but not the Apollo.
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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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But still I dream that somewhere there must be The spirit of a child that waits for me.
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Could one live on the sense of beauty alone, exempt from the necessity of ‘creature comforts,’ a sea-voyage would be delightful.
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And far and wide, in a scarlet tide, The poppy’s bonfire spread.
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Women are not apt to be won by the charms of verse.
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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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To Truth’s house there is a single door, which is experience.
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The aquilegia sprinkled on the rocks A scarlet rain; the yellow violet Sat in the chariot of its leaves, the phlox Held spikes of purple flame in meadows wet, And all the streams with vernal-scented reed Were fringed, and streaky bellow of miskodeed.
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Sweeter than the stolen kiss Are the granted kisses
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I love thee, I love but thee, With a love that shall not die.
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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?
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Labor, you know, is prayer.
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Peace the offspring is of Power.
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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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Pens carry further than rifled cannon.
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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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The clouds are scudding across the moon, A misty light is on the sea; The wind in the shrouds has a wintry tune, And the foam is flying free.
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Love is better than Fame.
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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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