But still I dream that somewhere there must be The spirit of a child that waits for me.
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.
More Bayard Taylor Quotes
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By wisdom wealth is won; but riches purchased wisdom yet for none.
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The hollows are heavy and dank With the steam of the Goldenrods.
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The knowledge of my sin Is half-repentance.
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Could one live on the sense of beauty alone, exempt from the necessity of ‘creature comforts,’ a sea-voyage would be delightful.
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Departed suns their trails of splendor drew Across departed summers: whispers came From voices, long ago resolved again Into the primeval Silence, and we twain, Ghosts of our present selves, yet still the same, As in a spectral mirror wandered there.
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He teaches best, Who feels the hearts of all men in his breast, And knows their strength or weakness through his own.
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Voluptuous bloom and fragrance rare The summer to its rose may bring; Far sweeter to the wooing air The hidden violet of spring. Still, still that lovely ghost appears, Too fair, too pure, to bid depart; No riper love of later years Can steal its beauty from the heart.
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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.
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The most annoying of all blockheads is a well-read fool.
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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.
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Mock jewelry on a woman is tangible vulgarity.
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The loving are the daring.
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Sweeter than the stolen kiss Are the granted kisses
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The nearest approach I have ever seen to the symmetry of ancient sculpture was among the Arab tribes of Ethiopia. Our Saxon race can supply the athlete, but not the Apollo.
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Pansies in soft April rains Fill their stalks with honeyed sap Drawn from Earth’s prolific lap.
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