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Bayard Taylor

And the wind that saddens, the sea that gladdens, Are singing the selfsame strain.
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Pain Sea Wind
The knowledge of my sin Is half-repentance.
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Half Repentance Sin
The glories of the possible are ours.
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Future Glory
The healing of the world is in its nameless saints. Each separate star seems nothing, but a myriad scattered stars break up the night and make it beautiful.
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Beautiful Healing Stars
Pens carry further than rifled cannon.
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Cannons Carry Pens
Higher than the perfect song For which love longeth, Is the tender fear of wrong, That never wrongeth.
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Higher Perfect Song
Labor, you know, is prayer.
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Know Labor Prayer
Love is better than Fame.
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Better Fame Love
Mock jewelry on a woman is tangible vulgarity.
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Jewelry Tangible Taste
The stream from Wisdom’s well, Which God supplies, is inexhaustible.
BAYARD TAYLOR

Streams Wells Wisdom
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
I love thee, I love but thee, With a love that shall not die.
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Love Old Shall You
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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Childhood Desire Long
Sometimes an hour of Fate’s serenest weather Strikes through our changeful sky its coming beams; Somewhere above us, in elusive ether, Waits the fulfilment of our dearest dreams.
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Dream Fate Sky
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
Sweeter than the stolen kiss Are the granted kisses
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Granted Kissing Stolen

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