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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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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The stream from Wisdom’s well, Which God supplies, is inexhaustible.
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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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Labor, you know, is prayer.
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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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As I toiled up the Mount of Olives, in the very footsteps of Christ, panting with the heat and the difficult ascent, I found it utterly impossible to conceive that the Deity, in human form, had walked there before me.
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Love is better than Fame.
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Learn to live, and live to learn, Ignorance like a fire doth burn, Little tasks make large return.
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The hollows are heavy and dank With the steam of the Goldenrods.
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Peace the offspring is of Power.
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Sweeter than the stolen kiss Are the granted kisses
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Love’s humility is love’s true pride.
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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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It is an agreeable and yet a painful sense of novelty to stand for the first time in the midst of a people whose language and manners are different from one’s own.
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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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