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But still I dream that somewhere there must be The spirit of a child that waits for me.

Bayard Taylor

Alone each heart must cover up its dead; Alone, through bitter toil, achieve its rest.
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Heart Solitude
Mock jewelry on a woman is tangible vulgarity.
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Jewelry Tangible Taste
Love’s humility is love’s true pride.
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Humility Love Pride True
Pens carry further than rifled cannon.
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Cannons Carry Pens
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
There may come a day Which crowns Desire with gift, and Art with truth, And Love with bliss, and Life with wiser youth!
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Art Desire Success
The nearest approach I have ever seen to the symmetry of ancient sculpture was among the Arab tribes of Ethiopia. Our Saxon race can supply the athlete, but not the Apollo.
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Apollo Athlete Race
Pansies in soft April rains Fill their stalks with honeyed sap Drawn from Earth’s prolific lap.
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Earth Rain Sap
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
Peace the offspring is of Power.
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Offspring Peace
The stream from Wisdom’s well, Which God supplies, is inexhaustible.
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Streams Wells Wisdom
From the desert I come to thee, On a stallion shod with fire; And the winds are left behind In the speed of my desire.
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Desire Fire 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 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
The loving are the daring.
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Daring Engagement Love
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

But still I dream that somewhere there must be The spirit of a child that waits for me.

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