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The knowledge of my sin Is half-repentance.

Bayard Taylor

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
Love is better than Fame.
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Better Fame Love
Death is not rare, alas! nor burials few, And soon the grassy coverlet of God Spreads equal green above their ashes pale.
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Ashes Death Green
Love’s humility is love’s true pride.
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Humility Love Pride True
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
Sweeter than the stolen kiss Are the granted kisses
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Granted Kissing Stolen
We follow and race In shifting chase, Over the boundless ocean-space! Who hath beheld when the race begun? Who shall behold it run?
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Ocean Running Space
Pansies in soft April rains Fill their stalks with honeyed sap Drawn from Earth’s prolific lap.
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Earth Rain Sap
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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Moon Night Stars
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
He teaches best, Who feels the hearts of all men in his breast, And knows their strength or weakness through his own.
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Experience Heart Men
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
Women are not apt to be won by the charms of verse.
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Charm Verses Wooing
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
The stream from Wisdom’s well, Which God supplies, is inexhaustible.
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Streams Wells Wisdom

The knowledge of my sin Is half-repentance.

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