Mock jewelry on a woman is tangible vulgarity.
BAYARD TAYLORHe 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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The Poet’s leaves are gathered one by one, In the slow process of the doubtful years.
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Eccentricity is developed monomania.
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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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Who thinks, at night, that morn will ever be? Who knows, far out upon the central sea, That anywhere is land? And yet, a shore Has set behind us, and will rise before: A past foretells a future.
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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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The bravest are the most tender; the loving are the daring.
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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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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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Life lives only in success.
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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 hollows are heavy and dank With the steam of the Goldenrods.
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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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And rest, that strengthens unto virtuous deeds, Is one with Prayer.
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And the wind that saddens, the sea that gladdens, Are singing the selfsame strain.
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To Truth’s house there is a single door, which is experience.
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