Sweeter than the stolen kiss Are the granted kisses
BAYARD TAYLORThe most annoying of all blockheads is a well-read fool.
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Pansies in soft April rains Fill their stalks with honeyed sap Drawn from Earth’s prolific lap.
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Women are not apt to be won by the charms of verse.
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The aquilegia sprinkled on the rocks A scarlet rain; the yellow violet Sat in the chariot of its leaves, the phlox Held spikes of purple flame in meadows wet, And all the streams with vernal-scented reed Were fringed, and streaky bellow of miskodeed.
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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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But still I dream that somewhere there must be The spirit of a child that waits for me.
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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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Voluptuous bloom and fragrance rare The summer to its rose may bring; Far sweeter to the wooing air The hidden violet of spring. Still, still that lovely ghost appears, Too fair, too pure, to bid depart; No riper love of later years Can steal its beauty from the heart.
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By wisdom wealth is won; but riches purchased wisdom yet for none.
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Mock jewelry on a woman is tangible vulgarity.
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The hollows are heavy and dank With the steam of the Goldenrods.
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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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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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The Poet’s leaves are gathered one by one, In the slow process of the doubtful years.
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The knowledge of my sin Is half-repentance.
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The most annoying of all blockheads is a well-read fool.
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