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

Bayard Taylor

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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Home Mountain Perfect
I know I am–that simplest bliss The millions of my brothers miss. I know the fortune to be born, Even to the meanest wretch they scorn.
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Bliss Brother Missing
Peace the offspring is of Power.
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Offspring Peace
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
Alone each heart must cover up its dead; Alone, through bitter toil, achieve its rest.
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Heart Solitude
The most annoying of all blockheads is a well-read fool.
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Annoying Fool Wells
Mock jewelry on a woman is tangible vulgarity.
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Jewelry Tangible Taste
Opportunity is rare, and a wise man will never let it go by him.
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Men Opportunity Wise
There may come a day Which crowns Desire with gift, and Art with truth, And Love with bliss, and Life with wiser youth!
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Art Desire Success
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
Melrose is the finest remaining specimen of Gothic architecture in Scotland. Some of the sculptured flowers in the cloister arches are remarkably beautiful and delicate, and the two windows – the south and east oriels – are of a lightness and grace of execution really surprising.
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Beautiful Flower Scotland
Eccentricity is developed monomania.
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Develop Eccentricity Monomania
Pansies in soft April rains Fill their stalks with honeyed sap Drawn from Earth’s prolific lap.
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Earth Rain Sap
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
Labor, you know, is prayer.
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Know Labor Prayer
And the wind that saddens, the sea that gladdens, Are singing the selfsame strain.
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Pain Sea Wind

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

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