Love is better than Fame.
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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And the wind that saddens, the sea that gladdens, Are singing the selfsame strain.
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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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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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Melrose is the finest remaining specimen of Gothic architecture in Scotland. Some of the sculptured flowers in the cloister arches are remarkably beautiful and delicate, and the two windows – the south and east oriels – are of a lightness and grace of execution really surprising.
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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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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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Swelling in anger or sparkling in glee.
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Life lives only in success.
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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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Women are not apt to be won by the charms of verse.
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The glories of the possible are ours.
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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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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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The bravest are the most tender; the loving are the daring.
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Alone each heart must cover up its dead; Alone, through bitter toil, achieve its rest.
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