I love thee, I love but thee, With a love that shall not die.
BAYARD TAYLORSometimes 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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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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The hollows are heavy and dank With the steam of the Goldenrods.
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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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The bravest are the most tender; the loving are the daring.
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Those who would attain to any marked degree of excellence in a chosen pursuit must work, and work hard for it, prince or peasant.
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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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Mock jewelry on a woman is tangible vulgarity.
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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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London has the advantage of one of the most gloomy atmospheres in the world.
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Eccentricity is developed monomania.
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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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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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The maxims tell you to aim at perfection, which is well; but it’s unattainable, all the same.
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Women are not apt to be won by the charms of verse.
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But still I dream that somewhere there must be The spirit of a child that waits for me.
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