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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

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
Love is better than Fame.
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Better Fame Love
Labor, you know, is prayer.
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Know Labor Prayer
Death is not rare, alas! nor burials few, And soon the grassy coverlet of God Spreads equal green above their ashes pale.
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Ashes Death Green
By wisdom wealth is won; but riches purchased wisdom yet for none.
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Rich Wealth Wisdom
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
To learn by observation is traveling, people must also bring knowledge with them.
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Observation People
The most annoying of all blockheads is a well-read fool.
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Annoying Fool Wells
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 lamp you lighted in the olden time Will show you my heart’s-blood beating through the rhyme: A poet’s journal, writ in fire and tears… Then slow deliverance, with the gaps of years.
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Blood Fire Heart
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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Mirror Mirrors Self Summer Wander
Higher than the perfect song For which love longeth, Is the tender fear of wrong, That never wrongeth.
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Higher Perfect Song
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
The knowledge of my sin Is half-repentance.
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Half Repentance Sin
The stream from Wisdom’s well, Which God supplies, is inexhaustible.
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Streams Wells Wisdom
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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Experience Heart Men

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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