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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!

Learn to live, and live to learn,
Ignorance like a fire doth burn,
Little tasks make large return.

Alone each heart must cover up its dead; Alone, through bitter toil, achieve its rest.

So far as regards their moral character, the Finns have as little cause for reproach as any other people.

He teaches best,
Who feels the hearts of all men in his breast,
And knows their strength or weakness through his own.

My duty is that of a chronicler; and if I perform that conscientiously, the lessons which my observations suggest will need no pointing out.

The Poet's leaves are gathered one by one,
In the slow process of the doubtful years.

In the glory which overhangs Palestine afar off, we imagine emotions which never come, when we tread the soil and walk over the hallowed sites.

Pens carry further than rifled cannon.

The most annoying of all blockheads is a well-read fool.

Peace the offspring is of Power.

Sweeter than the stolen kiss Are the granted kisses

We follow and race In shifting chase, Over the boundless ocean-space! Who hath beheld when the race begun? Who shall behold it run?

The loving are the daring.

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

I study hard at Russian, which is a tough but most attractive language.

Opportunity is rare, and a wise man will never let it go by him.

Mock jewelry on a woman is tangible vulgarity.

Labor, you know, is prayer.

And the wind that saddens, the sea that gladdens, Are singing the selfsame strain.

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.

Higher than the perfect song For which love longeth, Is the tender fear of wrong, That never wrongeth.

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.

To Truth's house there is a single door, which is experience.

'Really,' thought I, 'we call Baltimore the 'Monumental City' for its two marble columns, and here is Edinburg with one at every street-corner!'

And rest, that strengthens unto virtuous deeds,
Is one with Prayer.

But still I dream that somewhere there must be
The spirit of a child that waits for me.

Love's humility is love's true pride.

There may come a day
Which crowns Desire with gift, and Art with truth,
And Love with bliss, and Life with wiser youth!

Life lives only in success.

Swelling in anger or sparkling in glee.

Eccentricity is developed monomania.

Fame is what you have taken, character is what you give; when to this truth you waken then you begin to live.

The view of the Rocky Mountains from the Divide near Kiowa Creek is considered one of the finest in Colorado.

Those who would attain to any marked degree of excellence in a chosen pursuit must work, and work hard for it, prince or peasant.

The Swedish language combines the strong manhood of the German with the delicate beauty of the Italian.

People can't see that if I had not been a poet, I could never have had such success as a traveler.

By wisdom wealth is won; but riches purchased wisdom yet for none.

To learn by observation is traveling, people must also bring knowledge with them.

London has the advantage of one of the most gloomy atmospheres in the world.

The more I see of the Swedes, the more I am convinced that there is no kinder, simpler, and honester people in the world.

Verily there is nothing in all Europe so beautiful as Valldemosa.

Death is not rare, alas! nor burials few,
And soon the grassy coverlet of God
Spreads equal green above their ashes pale.

I could never see a book written in a foreign language without the most ardent desire to read it.

I love thee, I love but thee,
With a love that shall not die
Till the sun grows cold,
And the stars are old

The maxims tell you to aim at perfection, which is well; but it's unattainable, all the same.

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

And far and wide, in a scarlet tide, The poppy's bonfire spread.

Pansies in soft April rains Fill their stalks with honeyed sap Drawn from Earth's prolific lap.

With rushing winds and gloomy skies The dark and stubborn Winter dies: Far-off, unseen, Spring faintly cries, Bidding her earliest child arise; March!

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.

Women are not apt to be won by the charms of verse.

The hollows are heavy and dank
With the steam of the Goldenrods.

The knowledge of my sin
Is half-repentance.

Love is better than Fame.