Alone each heart must cover up its dead; Alone, through bitter toil, achieve its rest.
BAYARD TAYLORThe knowledge of my sin Is half-repentance.
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And rest, that strengthens unto virtuous deeds, Is one with Prayer.
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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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The most annoying of all blockheads is a well-read fool.
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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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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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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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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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London has the advantage of one of the most gloomy atmospheres in the world.
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Women are not apt to be won by the charms of verse.
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Swelling in anger or sparkling in glee.
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The Poet’s leaves are gathered one by one, In the slow process of the doubtful years.
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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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Pansies in soft April rains Fill their stalks with honeyed sap Drawn from Earth’s prolific lap.
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To Truth’s house there is a single door, which is experience.
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I love thee, I love but thee, With a love that shall not die.
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