And rest, that strengthens unto virtuous deeds, Is one with Prayer.
BAYARD TAYLOROpportunity is rare, and a wise man will never let it go by him.
More Bayard Taylor Quotes
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Sweeter than the stolen kiss Are the granted kisses
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To learn by observation is traveling, people must also bring knowledge with them.
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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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The knowledge of my sin Is half-repentance.
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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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The glories of the possible are ours.
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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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The 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.
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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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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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Swelling in anger or sparkling in glee.
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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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But still I dream that somewhere there must be The spirit of a child that waits for me.
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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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Life lives only in success.
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