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And far and wide, in a scarlet tide, The poppy's bonfire spread.
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Far and wide, in a crimson wave, The poppy's blaze extended.
2.
Pansies in soft April rains Fill their stalks with honeyed sap Drawn from Earth's prolific lap.
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3.
I love thee, I love but thee, With a love that shall not die.
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I envy those old Greek bathers, into whose hands were delivered Pericles, and Alcibiades, and the perfect models of Phidias. They had daily before their eyes the highest types of Beauty which the world has ever produced; for of all things that are beautiful, the human body is the crown.
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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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But who will watch my lilies, When their blossoms open white? By day the sun shall be sentry, And the moon and the stars by night!
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By wisdom wealth is won; but riches purchased wisdom yet for none.
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8.
With rushing winds and gloomy skies The dark and stubborn Winter dies: Far-off, unseen, Spring faintly cries, Bidding her earliest child arise; March!
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9.
The hollows are heavy and dank
With the steam of the Goldenrods.
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10.
When May, with cowslip-braided locks,
Walks through the land in green attire.
And burns in meadow-grass the phlox
His torch of purple fire:
And when the punctual May arrives,
With cowslip-garland on her brow,
We know what once she gave our lives,
And cannot give us now!
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11.
The knowledge of my sin
Is half-repentance.
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Death is not rare, alas! nor burials few,
And soon the grassy coverlet of God
Spreads equal green above their ashes pale.
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The loving are the daring.
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The most annoying of all blockheads is a well-read fool.
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15.
Learn to live, and live to learn,
Ignorance like a fire doth burn,
Little tasks make large return.
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And the wind that saddens, the sea that gladdens, Are singing the selfsame strain.
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Opportunity is rare, and a wise man will never let it go by him.
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18.
The Prophet's words were true;
The mouth of Ali is the golden door
Of Wisdom."
When his friends to Ali bore
These words, he smiled and said: "And should they ask
The same until my dying day, the task
Were easy; for the stream from Wisdom's well,
Which God supplies, is inexhaustible.
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The bravest are the most tender; the loving are the daring.
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To learn by observation is traveling, people must also bring knowledge with them.
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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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Peace the offspring is of Power.
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He teaches best,
Who feels the hearts of all men in his breast,
And knows their strength or weakness through his own.
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24.
Mock jewelry on a woman is tangible vulgarity.
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25.
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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26.
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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Swelling in anger or sparkling in glee.
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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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To Truth's house there is a single door, which is experience.
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Departed suns their trails of splendor drew
Across departed summers: whispers came
From voices, long ago resolved again
Into the primeval Silence, and we twain,
Ghosts of our present selves, yet still the same,
As in a spectral mirror wandered there.
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But still I dream that somewhere there must be
The spirit of a child that waits for me.
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32.
The stream from Wisdom's well,
Which God supplies, is inexhaustible.
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As I toiled up the Mount of Olives, in the very footsteps of Christ, panting with the heat and the difficult ascent, I found it utterly impossible to conceive that the Deity, in human form, had walked there before me.
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34.
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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The maxims tell you to aim at perfection, which is well; but it's unattainable, all the same.
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Love's humility is love's true pride.
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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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Pens carry further than rifled cannon.
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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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Alone each heart must cover up its dead; Alone, through bitter toil, achieve its rest.
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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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Women are not apt to be won by the charms of verse.
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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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Sweeter than the stolen kiss Are the granted kisses
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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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46.
The Poet's leaves are gathered one by one,
In the slow process of the doubtful years.
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47.
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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48.
The native Jewish families in Jerusalem, as well as those in other parts of Palestine, present a marked difference to the Jews of Europe and America. They possess the same physical characteristics - the dark, oblong eye, the prominent nose, the strongly-marked cheek and jaw - but in the latter, these traits have become harsh and coarse.
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Higher than the perfect song For which love longeth, Is the tender fear of wrong, That never wrongeth.
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Labor, you know, is prayer.
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