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.
BAYARD TAYLORWomen are not apt to be won by the charms of verse.
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Alone each heart must cover up its dead; Alone, through bitter toil, achieve its rest.
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The Poet’s leaves are gathered one by one, In the slow process of the doubtful years.
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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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Mock jewelry on a woman is tangible vulgarity.
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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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And rest, that strengthens unto virtuous deeds, Is one with Prayer.
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Opportunity is rare, and a wise man will never let it go by him.
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Although Damascus is considered the oldest city in the world, the date of its foundation going beyond tradition, there are very few relics of antiquity in or near it.
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Swelling in anger or sparkling in glee.
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The maxims tell you to aim at perfection, which is well; but it’s unattainable, all the same.
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To learn by observation is traveling, people must also bring knowledge with them.
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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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And far and wide, in a scarlet tide, The poppy’s bonfire spread.
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The stream from Wisdom’s well, Which God supplies, is inexhaustible.
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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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