Really,’ thought I, ‘we call Baltimore the ‘Monumental City’ for its two marble columns, and here is Edinburg with one at every street-corner!
BAYARD TAYLORPansies in soft April rains Fill their stalks with honeyed sap Drawn from Earth’s prolific lap.
More Bayard Taylor Quotes
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Sweeter than the stolen kiss Are the granted kisses
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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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But 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!
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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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Eccentricity is developed monomania.
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Labor, you know, is prayer.
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So far as female beauty is concerned, the Circassian women have no superiors. They have preserved in their mountain home the purity of the Grecian models, and still display the perfect physical loveliness, whose type has descended to us in the Venus de Medici.
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The clouds are scudding across the moon, A misty light is on the sea; The wind in the shrouds has a wintry tune, And the foam is flying free.
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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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Women are not apt to be won by the charms of verse.
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Swelling in anger or sparkling in glee.
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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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Opportunity is rare, and a wise man will never let it go by him.
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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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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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