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The stream from Wisdom’s well, Which God supplies, is inexhaustible.

Bayard Taylor

The healing of the world is in its nameless saints. Each separate star seems nothing, but a myriad scattered stars break up the night and make it beautiful.
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Beautiful Healing Stars
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
Swelling in anger or sparkling in glee.
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Glee Ocean Swelling
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
Who thinks, at night, that morn will ever be? Who knows, far out upon the central sea, That anywhere is land? And yet, a shore Has set behind us, and will rise before: A past foretells a future.
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Hope Night Past
Love is better than Fame.
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Better Fame Love
The aquilegia sprinkled on the rocks A scarlet rain; the yellow violet Sat in the chariot of its leaves, the phlox Held spikes of purple flame in meadows wet, And all the streams with vernal-scented reed Were fringed, and streaky bellow of miskodeed.
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Color Flame Rain Rocks Sprinkle
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
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.
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Cities Foundation World
The knowledge of my sin Is half-repentance.
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Half Repentance Sin
I love thee, I love but thee, With a love that shall not die.
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Love Old Shall You
Mock jewelry on a woman is tangible vulgarity.
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Jewelry Tangible Taste
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 the wind that saddens, the sea that gladdens, Are singing the selfsame strain.
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Pain Sea Wind
Alone each heart must cover up its dead; Alone, through bitter toil, achieve its rest.
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Heart Solitude
Pens carry further than rifled cannon.
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Cannons Carry Pens

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