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The bravest are the most tender; the loving are the daring.

Bayard Taylor

I know I am–that simplest bliss The millions of my brothers miss. I know the fortune to be born, Even to the meanest wretch they scorn.
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Bliss Brother Missing
Love’s humility is love’s true pride.
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Humility Love Pride True
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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Hope Night Past
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
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
Peace the offspring is of Power.
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Offspring Peace
By wisdom wealth is won; but riches purchased wisdom yet for none.
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Rich Wealth Wisdom
Love is better than Fame.
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Better Fame Love
The most annoying of all blockheads is a well-read fool.
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Annoying Fool Wells
The bravest are the most tender; the loving are the daring.
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Courage Daring Engagement
And the wind that saddens, the sea that gladdens, Are singing the selfsame strain.
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Pain Sea 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
As I toiled up the Mount of Olives, in the very footsteps of Christ, panting with the heat and the difficult ascent, I found it utterly impossible to conceive that the Deity, in human form, had walked there before me.
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Ascent Olives
Pens carry further than rifled cannon.
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Cannons Carry Pens
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
Alone each heart must cover up its dead; Alone, through bitter toil, achieve its rest.
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Heart Solitude

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