It is an agreeable and yet a painful sense of novelty to stand for the first time in the midst of a people whose language and manners are different from one’s own.
BAYARD TAYLORBut 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!
More Bayard Taylor Quotes
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The bravest are the most tender; the loving are the daring.
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Eccentricity is developed monomania.
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Melrose 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.
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Death is not rare, alas! nor burials few, And soon the grassy coverlet of God Spreads equal green above their ashes pale.
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And rest, that strengthens unto virtuous deeds, Is one with Prayer.
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The maxims tell you to aim at perfection, which is well; but it’s unattainable, all the same.
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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.
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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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The knowledge of my sin Is half-repentance.
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Mock jewelry on a woman is tangible vulgarity.
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Really,’ thought I, ‘we call Baltimore the ‘Monumental City’ for its two marble columns, and here is Edinburg with one at every street-corner!
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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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Higher than the perfect song For which love longeth, Is the tender fear of wrong, That never wrongeth.
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The hollows are heavy and dank With the steam of the Goldenrods.
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Those who would attain to any marked degree of excellence in a chosen pursuit must work, and work hard for it, prince or peasant.
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