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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.

Bayard Taylor

To learn by observation is traveling, people must also bring knowledge with them.
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Observation People
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
Love is better than Fame.
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Better Fame Love
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
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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Apollo Athlete Race
Life lives only in success.
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Life Live Success
The stream from Wisdom’s well, Which God supplies, is inexhaustible.
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Streams Wells Wisdom
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
Labor, you know, is prayer.
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Know Labor Prayer
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
In the glory which overhangs Palestine afar off, we imagine emotions which never come, when we tread the soil and walk over the hallowed sites.
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Afar Emotion Soil
The Poet’s leaves are gathered one by one, In the slow process of the doubtful years.
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Poet Process Years
The maxims tell you to aim at perfection, which is well; but it’s unattainable, all the same.
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Aim Perfection Unattainable
Pansies in soft April rains Fill their stalks with honeyed sap Drawn from Earth’s prolific lap.
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Earth Rain Sap
By wisdom wealth is won; but riches purchased wisdom yet for none.
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Rich Wealth Wisdom
The glories of the possible are ours.
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Future Glory

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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