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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

Pens carry further than rifled cannon.
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Cannons Carry Pens
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
Alone each heart must cover up its dead; Alone, through bitter toil, achieve its rest.
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Heart Solitude
Mock jewelry on a woman is tangible vulgarity.
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Jewelry Tangible Taste
Women are not apt to be won by the charms of verse.
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Charm Verses Wooing
Pansies in soft April rains Fill their stalks with honeyed sap Drawn from Earth’s prolific lap.
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Earth Rain Sap
The stream from Wisdom’s well, Which God supplies, is inexhaustible.
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Streams Wells Wisdom
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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Art Desire Success
And the wind that saddens, the sea that gladdens, Are singing the selfsame strain.
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Pain Sea Wind
It is an agreeable and yet a painful sense of novelty to stand for the first time in the midst of a people whose language and manners are different from one’s own.
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Different Firsts People
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
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 hollows are heavy and dank With the steam of the Goldenrods.
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Dank heavy Steam
Swelling in anger or sparkling in glee.
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Glee Ocean Swelling
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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Blue Color Tree
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

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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