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The knowledge of my sin Is half-repentance.

Bayard Taylor

And the wind that saddens, the sea that gladdens, Are singing the selfsame strain.
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Pain Sea Wind
Higher than the perfect song For which love longeth, Is the tender fear of wrong, That never wrongeth.
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Higher Perfect Song
The loving are the daring.
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Daring Engagement Love
In the glory which overhangs Palestine afar off, we imagine emotions which never come, when we tread the soil and walk over the hallowed sites.
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Afar Emotion Soil
The stream from Wisdom’s well, Which God supplies, is inexhaustible.
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Streams Wells Wisdom
Pansies in soft April rains Fill their stalks with honeyed sap Drawn from Earth’s prolific lap.
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Earth Rain Sap
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
The knowledge of my sin Is half-repentance.
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Half Repentance Sin
To Truth’s house there is a single door, which is experience.
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Doors Experience House
Fame is what you have taken, / Character’s what you give; / When to this truth you waken, / Then you begin to live.
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Character Giving Taken
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
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
Alone each heart must cover up its dead; Alone, through bitter toil, achieve its rest.
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Heart Solitude
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
London has the advantage of one of the most gloomy atmospheres in the world.
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Atmosphere Country 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
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
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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Clouds Light Moon
To learn by observation is traveling, people must also bring knowledge with them.
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Observation People
Swelling in anger or sparkling in glee.
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Glee Ocean Swelling
Above Coblentz almost every mountain has a ruin and a legend. One feels everywhere the spirit of the past, and its stirring recollections come back upon the mind with irresistible force.
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Mind Mountain Past
Eccentricity is developed monomania.
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Develop Eccentricity Monomania
An enthusiastic desire of visiting the Old World haunted me from early childhood. I cherished a presentiment, amounting almost to belief, that I should one day behold the scenes, among which my fancy had so long wandered.
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Childhood Desire Long
The most annoying of all blockheads is a well-read fool.
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Annoying Fool Wells
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
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
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

The knowledge of my sin Is half-repentance.

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