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Sweeter than the stolen kiss Are the granted kisses

Bayard Taylor

Alone each heart must cover up its dead; Alone, through bitter toil, achieve its rest.
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Heart Solitude
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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Ocean Running Space
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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Comfort Sea Voyages
Life lives only in success.
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Life Live Success
Pansies in soft April rains Fill their stalks with honeyed sap Drawn from Earth’s prolific lap.
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Earth Rain Sap
And rest, that strengthens unto virtuous deeds, Is one with Prayer.
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Deeds Prayer Virtuous
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
The hollows are heavy and dank With the steam of the Goldenrods.
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Dank heavy Steam
Mock jewelry on a woman is tangible vulgarity.
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Jewelry Tangible Taste
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
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
I love thee, I love but thee, With a love that shall not die.
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Love Old Shall You
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
Above Coblentz almost every mountain has a ruin and a legend. One feels everywhere the spirit of the past, and its stirring recollections come back upon the mind with irresistible force.
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Mind Mountain Past
Women are not apt to be won by the charms of verse.
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Charm Verses Wooing
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

Sweeter than the stolen kiss Are the granted kisses

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