The stream from Wisdom’s well, Which God supplies, is inexhaustible.
BAYARD TAYLORAnd far and wide, in a scarlet tide, The poppy’s bonfire spread.
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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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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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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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To Truth’s house there is a single door, which is experience.
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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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London has the advantage of one of the most gloomy atmospheres in the world.
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Learn to live, and live to learn, Ignorance like a fire doth burn, Little tasks make large return.
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There may come a day Which crowns Desire with gift, and Art with truth, And Love with bliss, and Life with wiser youth!
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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.
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Peace the offspring is of Power.
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As I toiled up the Mount of Olives, in the very footsteps of Christ, panting with the heat and the difficult ascent, I found it utterly impossible to conceive that the Deity, in human form, had walked there before me.
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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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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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By wisdom wealth is won; but riches purchased wisdom yet for none.
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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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