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

Bayard Taylor

The Poet’s leaves are gathered one by one, In the slow process of the doubtful years.
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Poet Process Years
London has the advantage of one of the most gloomy atmospheres in the world.
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Atmosphere Country World
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
But who will watch my lilies, When their blossoms open white? By day the sun shall be sentry, And the moon and the stars by night!
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Moon Night Stars
The stream from Wisdom’s well, Which God supplies, is inexhaustible.
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Streams Wells Wisdom
Learn to live, and live to learn, Ignorance like a fire doth burn, Little tasks make large return.
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Fire Ignorance Learning
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
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
Love’s humility is love’s true pride.
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Humility Love Pride True
Women are not apt to be won by the charms of verse.
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Charm Verses Wooing
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
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
The bravest are the most tender; the loving are the daring.
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Courage Daring Engagement
Those who would attain to any marked degree of excellence in a chosen pursuit must work, and work hard for it, prince or peasant.
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Excellence Hard Perseverance Work
To Truth’s house there is a single door, which is experience.
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Doors Experience House

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

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