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Love’s humility is love’s true pride.

Bayard Taylor

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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Desire Fire Wind
Peace the offspring is of Power.
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Offspring Peace
So far as female beauty is concerned, the Circassian women have no superiors. They have preserved in their mountain home the purity of the Grecian models, and still display the perfect physical loveliness, whose type has descended to us in the Venus de Medici.
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Home Mountain Perfect
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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Cities Foundation World
The bravest are the most tender; the loving are the daring.
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Courage Daring Engagement
Higher than the perfect song For which love longeth, Is the tender fear of wrong, That never wrongeth.
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Higher Perfect Song
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 love thee, I love but thee, With a love that shall not die.
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Love Old Shall You
Labor, you know, is prayer.
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Know Labor Prayer
Pens carry further than rifled cannon.
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Cannons Carry Pens
Learn to live, and live to learn, Ignorance like a fire doth burn, Little tasks make large return.
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Fire Ignorance Learning
Alone each heart must cover up its dead; Alone, through bitter toil, achieve its rest.
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Heart Solitude
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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Ocean Running Space
Sweeter than the stolen kiss Are the granted kisses
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Granted Kissing Stolen
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
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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Hope Night Past

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