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.
BAYARD TAYLORSweeter than the stolen kiss Are the granted kisses
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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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Mock jewelry on a woman is tangible vulgarity.
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Women are not apt to be won by the charms of verse.
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The bravest are the most tender; 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 loving are the daring.
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Life lives only in success.
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But who will watch my lilies, When their blossoms open white? By day the sun shall be sentry, And the moon and the stars by night!
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By wisdom wealth is won; but riches purchased wisdom yet for none.
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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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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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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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The Poet’s leaves are gathered one by one, In the slow process of the doubtful years.
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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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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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