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Love’s humility is love’s true pride.

Bayard Taylor

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 hollows are heavy and dank With the steam of the Goldenrods.
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Dank heavy Steam
Fame is what you have taken, / Character’s what you give; / When to this truth you waken, / Then you begin to live.
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Character Giving Taken
The maxims tell you to aim at perfection, which is well; but it’s unattainable, all the same.
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Aim Perfection Unattainable
The bravest are the most tender; the loving are the daring.
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Courage Daring Engagement
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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Children Dark Spring
Love is better than Fame.
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Better Fame Love
Mock jewelry on a woman is tangible vulgarity.
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Jewelry Tangible Taste
And rest, that strengthens unto virtuous deeds, Is one with Prayer.
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Deeds Prayer Virtuous
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.
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Bliss Brother Missing
To Truth’s house there is a single door, which is experience.
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Doors Experience House
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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Color Flame Rain Rocks Sprinkle
By wisdom wealth is won; but riches purchased wisdom yet for none.
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Rich Wealth Wisdom
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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Apollo Athlete Race
The Poet’s leaves are gathered one by one, In the slow process of the doubtful years.
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Poet Process Years
Pens carry further than rifled cannon.
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Cannons Carry Pens

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