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Could one live on the sense of beauty alone, exempt from the necessity of ‘creature comforts,’ a sea-voyage would be delightful.

Bayard Taylor

The Poet’s leaves are gathered one by one, In the slow process of the doubtful years.
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Poet Process Years
Higher than the perfect song For which love longeth, Is the tender fear of wrong, That never wrongeth.
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Higher Perfect Song
Labor, you know, is prayer.
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Know Labor Prayer
By wisdom wealth is won; but riches purchased wisdom yet for none.
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Rich Wealth Wisdom
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
The loving are the daring.
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Daring Engagement Love
The most annoying of all blockheads is a well-read fool.
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Annoying Fool Wells
The hollows are heavy and dank With the steam of the Goldenrods.
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Dank heavy Steam
Love is better than Fame.
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Better Fame Love
London has the advantage of one of the most gloomy atmospheres in the world.
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Atmosphere Country World
The lamp you lighted in the olden time Will show you my heart’s-blood beating through the rhyme: A poet’s journal, writ in fire and tears… Then slow deliverance, with the gaps of years.
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Blood Fire Heart
Those who would attain to any marked degree of excellence in a chosen pursuit must work, and work hard for it, prince or peasant.
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Excellence Hard Perseverance Work
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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Color Flame Rain Rocks Sprinkle
Women are not apt to be won by the charms of verse.
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Charm Verses Wooing
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
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

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