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And far and wide, in a scarlet tide, The poppy’s bonfire spread.

Bayard Taylor

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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Different Firsts People
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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Experience Heart Men
The glories of the possible are ours.
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Future Glory
The Poet’s leaves are gathered one by one, In the slow process of the doubtful years.
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Poet Process Years
And far and wide, in a scarlet tide, The poppy’s bonfire spread.
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Bonfire Poppies Tides
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
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
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
The knowledge of my sin Is half-repentance.
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Half Repentance Sin
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
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
London has the advantage of one of the most gloomy atmospheres in the world.
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Atmosphere Country World
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
By wisdom wealth is won; but riches purchased wisdom yet for none.
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Rich Wealth Wisdom
And the wind that saddens, the sea that gladdens, Are singing the selfsame strain.
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Pain Sea Wind
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.
BAYARD TAYLOR

Mind Mountain Past

And far and wide, in a scarlet tide, The poppy’s bonfire spread.

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