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

Bayard Taylor

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
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
Love is better than Fame.
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Better Fame Love
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
And rest, that strengthens unto virtuous deeds, Is one with Prayer.
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Deeds Prayer Virtuous
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
Sweeter than the stolen kiss Are the granted kisses
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Granted Kissing Stolen
And the wind that saddens, the sea that gladdens, Are singing the selfsame strain.
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Pain Sea Wind
Could one live on the sense of beauty alone, exempt from the necessity of ‘creature comforts,’ a sea-voyage would be delightful.
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Comfort Sea Voyages
London has the advantage of one of the most gloomy atmospheres in the world.
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Atmosphere Country World
Labor, you know, is prayer.
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Know Labor Prayer
Love’s humility is love’s true pride.
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Humility Love Pride True
The Poet’s leaves are gathered one by one, In the slow process of the doubtful years.
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Poet Process Years
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

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

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