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

Bayard Taylor

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
Sweeter than the stolen kiss Are the granted kisses
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Granted Kissing Stolen
The hollows are heavy and dank With the steam of the Goldenrods.
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Dank heavy Steam
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
By wisdom wealth is won; but riches purchased wisdom yet for none.
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Rich Wealth Wisdom
Opportunity is rare, and a wise man will never let it go by him.
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Men Opportunity Wise
Mock jewelry on a woman is tangible vulgarity.
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Jewelry Tangible Taste
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
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 loving are the daring.
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Daring Engagement Love
Pens carry further than rifled cannon.
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Cannons Carry Pens
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
The maxims tell you to aim at perfection, which is well; but it’s unattainable, all the same.
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Aim Perfection Unattainable
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
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
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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Ascent Olives
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
The glories of the possible are ours.
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Future Glory
London has the advantage of one of the most gloomy atmospheres in the world.
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Atmosphere Country World
But still I dream that somewhere there must be The spirit of a child that waits for me.
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Childhood Children Dream
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
Labor, you know, is prayer.
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Know Labor Prayer
The knowledge of my sin Is half-repentance.
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Half Repentance Sin
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
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
Women are not apt to be won by the charms of verse.
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Charm Verses Wooing
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

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

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