Sometimes an hour of Fate’s serenest weather Strikes through our changeful sky its coming beams; Somewhere above us, in elusive ether, Waits the fulfilment of our dearest dreams.
BAYARD TAYLORSometimes an hour of Fate’s serenest weather Strikes through our changeful sky its coming beams; Somewhere above us, in elusive ether, Waits the fulfilment of our dearest dreams.
BAYARD TAYLORWith rushing winds and gloomy skies The dark and stubborn Winter dies: Far-off, unseen, Spring faintly cries, Bidding her earliest child arise; March!
BAYARD TAYLORTo learn by observation is traveling, people must also bring knowledge with them.
BAYARD TAYLORAs 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.
BAYARD TAYLORAnd rest, that strengthens unto virtuous deeds, Is one with Prayer.
BAYARD TAYLOREccentricity is developed monomania.
BAYARD TAYLORMock jewelry on a woman is tangible vulgarity.
BAYARD TAYLORThe 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.
BAYARD TAYLORThe maxims tell you to aim at perfection, which is well; but it’s unattainable, all the same.
BAYARD TAYLORMelrose 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.
BAYARD TAYLORPeace the offspring is of Power.
BAYARD TAYLORCould one live on the sense of beauty alone, exempt from the necessity of ‘creature comforts,’ a sea-voyage would be delightful.
BAYARD TAYLORSweeter than the stolen kiss Are the granted kisses
BAYARD TAYLORLabor, you know, is prayer.
BAYARD TAYLORThe bravest are the most tender; the loving are the daring.
BAYARD TAYLORFame 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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