Fame is what you have taken, / Character’s what you give; / When to this truth you waken, / Then you begin to live.
BAYARD TAYLORI love thee, I love but thee, With a love that shall not die.
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Who thinks, at night, that morn will ever be? Who knows, far out upon the central sea, That anywhere is land? And yet, a shore Has set behind us, and will rise before: A past foretells a future.
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Swelling in anger or sparkling in glee.
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London has the advantage of one of the most gloomy atmospheres in the world.
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Labor, you know, is prayer.
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Alone each heart must cover up its dead; Alone, through bitter toil, achieve its rest.
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To learn by observation is traveling, people must also bring knowledge with them.
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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.
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I love thee, I love but thee, With a love that shall not die.
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And far and wide, in a scarlet tide, The poppy’s bonfire spread.
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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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To Truth’s house there is a single door, which is experience.
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Learn to live, and live to learn, Ignorance like a fire doth burn, Little tasks make large return.
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Melrose is the finest remaining specimen of Gothic architecture in Scotland. Some of the sculptured flowers in the cloister arches are remarkably beautiful and delicate, and the two windows – the south and east oriels – are of a lightness and grace of execution really surprising.
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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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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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