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The knowledge of my sin Is half-repentance.

Bayard Taylor

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
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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Ascent Olives
By wisdom wealth is won; but riches purchased wisdom yet for none.
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Rich Wealth Wisdom
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
The maxims tell you to aim at perfection, which is well; but it’s unattainable, all the same.
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Aim Perfection Unattainable
Pens carry further than rifled cannon.
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Cannons Carry Pens
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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Excellence Hard Perseverance Work
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
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
Peace the offspring is of Power.
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Offspring Peace
Women are not apt to be won by the charms of verse.
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Charm Verses Wooing
The loving are the daring.
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Daring Engagement Love
The hollows are heavy and dank With the steam of the Goldenrods.
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Dank heavy Steam
Pansies in soft April rains Fill their stalks with honeyed sap Drawn from Earth’s prolific lap.
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Earth Rain Sap
I love thee, I love but thee, With a love that shall not die.
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Love Old Shall You
Labor, you know, is prayer.
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Know Labor Prayer

The knowledge of my sin Is half-repentance.

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