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There may come a day Which crowns Desire with gift, and Art with truth, And Love with bliss, and Life with wiser youth!

Bayard Taylor

Opportunity is rare, and a wise man will never let it go by him.
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Men Opportunity Wise
The bravest are the most tender; the loving are the daring.
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Courage Daring Engagement
And far and wide, in a scarlet tide, The poppy’s bonfire spread.
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Bonfire Poppies Tides
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
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
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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Beautiful Flower Scotland
Swelling in anger or sparkling in glee.
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Glee Ocean Swelling
The loving are the daring.
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Daring Engagement Love
Peace the offspring is of Power.
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Offspring Peace
Eccentricity is developed monomania.
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Develop Eccentricity Monomania
And the wind that saddens, the sea that gladdens, Are singing the selfsame strain.
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Pain Sea Wind
Women are not apt to be won by the charms of verse.
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Charm Verses Wooing
And rest, that strengthens unto virtuous deeds, Is one with Prayer.
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Deeds Prayer Virtuous
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
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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Love Spring Summer
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

There may come a day Which crowns Desire with gift, and Art with truth, And Love with bliss, and Life with wiser youth!

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