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.
BAYARD TAYLORThe bravest are the most tender; the loving are the daring.
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Labor, you know, is prayer.
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I love thee, I love but thee, With a love that shall not die.
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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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But still I dream that somewhere there must be The spirit of a child that waits for me.
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Higher than the perfect song For which love longeth, Is the tender fear of wrong, That never wrongeth.
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The maxims tell you to aim at perfection, which is well; but it’s unattainable, all the same.
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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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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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The knowledge of my sin Is half-repentance.
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The loving are the daring.
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Alone each heart must cover up its dead; Alone, through bitter toil, achieve its rest.
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The clouds are scudding across the moon, A misty light is on the sea; The wind in the shrouds has a wintry tune, And the foam is flying free.
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And rest, that strengthens unto virtuous deeds, Is one with Prayer.
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The bravest are the most tender; the loving are the daring.
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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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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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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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Eccentricity is developed monomania.
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The Poet’s leaves are gathered one by one, In the slow process of the doubtful years.
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Love’s humility is love’s true pride.
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The most annoying of all blockheads is a well-read fool.
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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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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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He teaches best, Who feels the hearts of all men in his breast, And knows their strength or weakness through his own.
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Sweeter than the stolen kiss Are the granted kisses
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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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