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Alone each heart must cover up its dead; Alone, through bitter toil, achieve its rest.

Bayard Taylor

Departed suns their trails of splendor drew Across departed summers: whispers came From voices, long ago resolved again Into the primeval Silence, and we twain, Ghosts of our present selves, yet still the same, As in a spectral mirror wandered there.
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Mirror Mirrors Self Summer Wander
Opportunity is rare, and a wise man will never let it go by him.
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Men Opportunity Wise
Love’s humility is love’s true pride.
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Humility Love Pride True
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
But still I dream that somewhere there must be The spirit of a child that waits for me.
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Childhood Children Dream
Pens carry further than rifled cannon.
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Cannons Carry Pens
Women are not apt to be won by the charms of verse.
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Charm Verses Wooing
And far and wide, in a scarlet tide, The poppy’s bonfire spread.
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Bonfire Poppies Tides
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
Really,’ thought I, ‘we call Baltimore the ‘Monumental City’ for its two marble columns, and here is Edinburg with one at every street-corner!
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Baltimore Cities Two
London has the advantage of one of the most gloomy atmospheres in the world.
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Atmosphere Country World
Love is better than Fame.
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Better Fame Love
The knowledge of my sin Is half-repentance.
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Half Repentance Sin
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
In the glory which overhangs Palestine afar off, we imagine emotions which never come, when we tread the soil and walk over the hallowed sites.
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Afar Emotion Soil

Alone each heart must cover up its dead; Alone, through bitter toil, achieve its rest.

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