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The Poet’s leaves are gathered one by one, In the slow process of the doubtful years.

Bayard Taylor

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
I love thee, I love but thee, With a love that shall not die.
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Love Old Shall You
Pansies in soft April rains Fill their stalks with honeyed sap Drawn from Earth’s prolific lap.
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Earth Rain Sap
The glories of the possible are ours.
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Future Glory
By wisdom wealth is won; but riches purchased wisdom yet for none.
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Rich Wealth Wisdom
There may come a day Which crowns Desire with gift, and Art with truth, And Love with bliss, and Life with wiser youth!
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Art Desire Success
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
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
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
To learn by observation is traveling, people must also bring knowledge with them.
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Observation People
Wrapped in his sad-colored cloak, the Day, like a Puritan, standeth Stern in the joyless fields, rebuking the lingering color,– Dying hectic of leaves and the chilly blue of the asters,– Hearing, perchance, the croak of a crow on the desolate tree-top.
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Blue Color Tree
Labor, you know, is prayer.
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Know Labor Prayer
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
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
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

The Poet’s leaves are gathered one by one, In the slow process of the doubtful years.

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