The maxims tell you to aim at perfection, which is well; but it’s unattainable, all the same.
BAYARD TAYLORTo learn by observation is traveling, people must also bring knowledge with them.
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And the wind that saddens, the sea that gladdens, Are singing the selfsame strain.
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Pansies in soft April rains Fill their stalks with honeyed sap Drawn from Earth’s prolific lap.
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The nearest approach I have ever seen to the symmetry of ancient sculpture was among the Arab tribes of Ethiopia. Our Saxon race can supply the athlete, but not the Apollo.
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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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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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To learn by observation is traveling, people must also bring knowledge with them.
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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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The loving are the daring.
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Opportunity is rare, and a wise man will never let it go by him.
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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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An enthusiastic desire of visiting the Old World haunted me from early childhood. I cherished a presentiment, amounting almost to belief, that I should one day behold the scenes, among which my fancy had so long wandered.
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The hollows are heavy and dank With the steam of the Goldenrods.
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By wisdom wealth is won; but riches purchased wisdom yet for none.
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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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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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