But still I dream that somewhere there must be The spirit of a child that waits for me.
BAYARD TAYLORAn 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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The healing of the world is in its nameless saints. Each separate star seems nothing, but a myriad scattered stars break up the night and make it beautiful.
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London has the advantage of one of the most gloomy atmospheres in the world.
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To learn by observation is traveling, people must also bring knowledge with them.
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The glories of the possible are ours.
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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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Higher than the perfect song For which love longeth, Is the tender fear of wrong, That never wrongeth.
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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 Poet’s leaves are gathered one by one, In the slow process of the doubtful years.
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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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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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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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And rest, that strengthens unto virtuous deeds, Is one with Prayer.
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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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Sometimes an hour of Fate’s serenest weather Strikes through our changeful sky its coming beams; Somewhere above us, in elusive ether, Waits the fulfilment of our dearest dreams.
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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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