The hollows are heavy and dank With the steam of the Goldenrods.
BAYARD TAYLORIn the glory which overhangs Palestine afar off, we imagine emotions which never come, when we tread the soil and walk over the hallowed sites.
More Bayard Taylor Quotes
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Life lives only in success.
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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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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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Wrapped in his sad-colored cloak, the Day, like a Puritan, standeth Stern in the joyless fields, rebuking the lingering color,– Dying hectic of leaves and the chilly blue of the asters,– Hearing, perchance, the croak of a crow on the desolate tree-top.
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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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And rest, that strengthens unto virtuous deeds, Is one with Prayer.
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The glories of the possible are ours.
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And far and wide, in a scarlet tide, The poppy’s bonfire spread.
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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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By wisdom wealth is won; but riches purchased wisdom yet for none.
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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 loving are the daring.
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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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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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Above Coblentz almost every mountain has a ruin and a legend. One feels everywhere the spirit of the past, and its stirring recollections come back upon the mind with irresistible force.
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