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

Bayard Taylor

The lamp you lighted in the olden time Will show you my heart’s-blood beating through the rhyme: A poet’s journal, writ in fire and tears… Then slow deliverance, with the gaps of years.
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Blood Fire Heart
Love is better than Fame.
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Better Fame Love
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.
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Mind Mountain Past
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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Love Spring Summer
The most annoying of all blockheads is a well-read fool.
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Annoying Fool Wells
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
Pens carry further than rifled cannon.
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Cannons Carry Pens
And far and wide, in a scarlet tide, The poppy’s bonfire spread.
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Bonfire Poppies Tides
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
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
The knowledge of my sin Is half-repentance.
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Half Repentance Sin
To Truth’s house there is a single door, which is experience.
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Doors Experience House
I love thee, I love but thee, With a love that shall not die.
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Love Old Shall You
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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Ascent Olives
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
We follow and race In shifting chase, Over the boundless ocean-space! Who hath beheld when the race begun? Who shall behold it run?
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Ocean Running Space

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