The bravest are the most tender; the loving are the daring.
BAYARD TAYLORTo Truth’s house there is a single door, which is experience.
More Bayard Taylor Quotes
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Mock jewelry on a woman is tangible vulgarity.
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Eccentricity is developed monomania.
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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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Sweeter than the stolen kiss Are the granted kisses
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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 hollows are heavy and dank With the steam of the Goldenrods.
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The glories of the possible are ours.
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Peace the offspring is of Power.
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The healing of the world is in its nameless saints. Each separate star seems nothing, but a myriad scattered stars break up the night and make it beautiful.
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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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Swelling in anger or sparkling in glee.
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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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The stream from Wisdom’s well, Which God supplies, is inexhaustible.
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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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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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The knowledge of my sin Is half-repentance.
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London has the advantage of one of the most gloomy atmospheres in the world.
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Life lives only in success.
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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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Labor, you know, is prayer.
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Love’s humility is love’s true pride.
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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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Women are not apt to be won by the charms of verse.
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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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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 maxims tell you to aim at perfection, which is well; but it’s unattainable, all the same.
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