And far and wide, in a scarlet tide, The poppy’s bonfire spread.
BAYARD TAYLORThe lamp you lighted in the olden time Will show you my heart’s-blood beating through the rhyme: A poet’s journal, writ in fire and tears… Then slow deliverance, with the gaps of years.
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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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.
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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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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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Learn to live, and live to learn, Ignorance like a fire doth burn, Little tasks make large return.
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Sweeter than the stolen kiss Are the granted kisses
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In the glory which overhangs Palestine afar off, we imagine emotions which never come, when we tread the soil and walk over the hallowed sites.
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Opportunity is rare, and a wise man will never let it go by him.
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Although Damascus is considered the oldest city in the world, the date of its foundation going beyond tradition, there are very few relics of antiquity in or near it.
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The most annoying of all blockheads is a well-read fool.
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Fame 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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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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And rest, that strengthens unto virtuous deeds, Is one with Prayer.
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Who thinks, at night, that morn will ever be? Who knows, far out upon the central sea, That anywhere is land? And yet, a shore Has set behind us, and will rise before: A past foretells a future.
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