An enthusiastic desire of visiting the Old World haunted me from early childhood. I cherished a presentiment, amounting almost to belief, that I should one day behold the scenes, among which my fancy had so long wandered.
BAYARD TAYLORReally,’ thought I, ‘we call Baltimore the ‘Monumental City’ for its two marble columns, and here is Edinburg with one at every street-corner!
More Bayard Taylor Quotes
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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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Swelling in anger or sparkling in glee.
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Labor, you know, is prayer.
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Alone each heart must cover up its dead; Alone, through bitter toil, achieve its rest.
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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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The Poet’s leaves are gathered one by one, In the slow process of the doubtful years.
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And far and wide, in a scarlet tide, The poppy’s bonfire spread.
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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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Eccentricity is developed monomania.
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The aquilegia sprinkled on the rocks A scarlet rain; the yellow violet Sat in the chariot of its leaves, the phlox Held spikes of purple flame in meadows wet, And all the streams with vernal-scented reed Were fringed, and streaky bellow of miskodeed.
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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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The knowledge of my sin Is half-repentance.
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London has the advantage of one of the most gloomy atmospheres in the world.
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The bravest are the most tender; the loving are the daring.
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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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