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

Bayard Taylor

Could one live on the sense of beauty alone, exempt from the necessity of ‘creature comforts,’ a sea-voyage would be delightful.
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Comfort Sea Voyages
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
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
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
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
Pens carry further than rifled cannon.
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Cannons Carry Pens
Eccentricity is developed monomania.
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Develop Eccentricity Monomania
But still I dream that somewhere there must be The spirit of a child that waits for me.
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Childhood Children Dream
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
Sweeter than the stolen kiss Are the granted kisses
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Granted Kissing Stolen
Swelling in anger or sparkling in glee.
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Glee Ocean Swelling
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
The Poet’s leaves are gathered one by one, In the slow process of the doubtful years.
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Poet Process Years
I love thee, I love but thee, With a love that shall not die.
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Love Old Shall You

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

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