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The bravest are the most tender the loving are the daring.

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Bayard Taylor
Age: 53 †
Born: 1825
Born: January 11
Died: 1878
Died: December 19
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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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Learn to live, and live to learn, Ignorance like a fire doth burn, Little tasks make large return.
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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!
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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.
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Life lives only in success.
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Peace the offspring is of Power.
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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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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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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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Alone each heart must cover up its dead Alone, through bitter toil, achieve its rest.
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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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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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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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And the wind that saddens, the sea that gladdens, Are singing the selfsame strain.
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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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