The maxims tell you to aim at perfection, which is well; but it’s unattainable, all the same.
BAYARD TAYLORThe 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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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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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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And rest, that strengthens unto virtuous deeds, Is one with Prayer.
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The glories of the possible are ours.
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Alone each heart must cover up its dead; Alone, through bitter toil, achieve its rest.
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I love thee, I love but thee, With a love that shall not die.
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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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Swelling in anger or sparkling in glee.
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Eccentricity is developed monomania.
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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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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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And far and wide, in a scarlet tide, The poppy’s bonfire spread.
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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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Life lives only in success.
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Labor, you know, is prayer.
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