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The clouds are scudding across the moon, A misty light is on the sea; The wind in the shrouds has a wintry tune, And the foam is flying free.

Bayard Taylor

Love’s humility is love’s true pride.
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Humility Love Pride True
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
Pens carry further than rifled cannon.
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Cannons Carry Pens
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 hollows are heavy and dank With the steam of the Goldenrods.
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Dank heavy Steam
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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Dream Fate Sky
Labor, you know, is prayer.
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Know Labor Prayer
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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Different Firsts People
Life lives only in success.
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Life Live Success
With rushing winds and gloomy skies The dark and stubborn Winter dies: Far-off, unseen, Spring faintly cries, Bidding her earliest child arise; March!
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Children Dark Spring
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
Wrapped in his sad-colored cloak, the Day, like a Puritan, standeth Stern in the joyless fields, rebuking the lingering color,– Dying hectic of leaves and the chilly blue of the asters,– Hearing, perchance, the croak of a crow on the desolate tree-top.
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Blue Color Tree
And the wind that saddens, the sea that gladdens, Are singing the selfsame strain.
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Pain Sea Wind
The glories of the possible are ours.
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Future Glory
To learn by observation is traveling, people must also bring knowledge with them.
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Observation People
And far and wide, in a scarlet tide, The poppy’s bonfire spread.
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Bonfire Poppies Tides

The clouds are scudding across the moon, A misty light is on the sea; The wind in the shrouds has a wintry tune, And the foam is flying free.

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