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

Bayard Taylor

Learn to live, and live to learn, Ignorance like a fire doth burn, Little tasks make large return.
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Fire Ignorance Learning
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
The lamp you lighted in the olden time Will show you my heart’s-blood beating through the rhyme: A poet’s journal, writ in fire and tears… Then slow deliverance, with the gaps of years.
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Blood Fire Heart
Sweeter than the stolen kiss Are the granted kisses
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Granted Kissing Stolen
To learn by observation is traveling, people must also bring knowledge with them.
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Observation People
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
Pens carry further than rifled cannon.
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Cannons Carry Pens
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
And the wind that saddens, the sea that gladdens, Are singing the selfsame strain.
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Pain Sea Wind
The Poet’s leaves are gathered one by one, In the slow process of the doubtful years.
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Poet Process Years
Women are not apt to be won by the charms of verse.
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Charm Verses Wooing
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
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
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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Hope Night Past
Love is better than Fame.
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Better Fame Love
Really,’ thought I, ‘we call Baltimore the ‘Monumental City’ for its two marble columns, and here is Edinburg with one at every street-corner!
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Baltimore Cities Two

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

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