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| The morning pouring everywhere, its golden glory on the air. | | Uncategorized | |
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| The rapture of pursuing is the prize the vanquished gain | | Uncategorized | |
| The rays of happiness, like those of light, are colorless when unbroken. | | Uncategorized | |
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| The shades of night were falling fast, / As through an Alpine village passed / A youth, who bore, 'mid snow and ice, / A banner with the strange device, / Excelsior! | | Uncategorized | |
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| The strength of criticism lies only in the weakness of the thing criticized | | Criticism | |
| The talent of success is nothing more than doing what you can do well, and doing well whatever you do without thought of fame. If it comes at all it will come because it is deserved, not because it is sought after. | | Fame; Success | |
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| Then read from the treasured volume The poem of thy choice, And lend to the rhyme of the poet The beauty of thy voice | | Poetry | |
| There are moments in life, when the heart is so full of emotion That if by chance it be shaken, or into its depths like a pebble Drops some careless word, it overflows, and its secret, Spilt on the ground like water, can never be gathered together | | Chance; Emotion; Heart | |
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| There is a Reaper whose name is Death, / And, with his sickle keen, / He reaps the bearded grain at a breath, / And the flowers that grow between. | | Uncategorized | |
| There is no grief like the grief that does not speak | | Grief | |
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| There is nothing holier in this life of ours than the first consciousness of love, the first fluttering of its silken wings. | | Uncategorized | |
| There was a little girl / Who had a little curl / Right in the middle of her forehead; / And when she was good / She was very, very good, / But when she was bad she was horrid. | | Uncategorized | |
| Therefore trust to thy heart, and to what the world calls illusions | | Uncategorized | |
| They who go Feel not the pain of parting; it is they Who stay behind that suffer | | Uncategorized | |
