Opportunity is rare, and a wise man will never let it go by him.
BAYARD TAYLORThe maxims tell you to aim at perfection, which is well; but it’s unattainable, all the same.
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Opportunity is rare, and a wise man will never let it go by him.
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Sometimes an hour of Fate’s serenest weather Strikes through our changeful sky its coming beams; Somewhere above us, in elusive ether, Waits the fulfilment of our dearest dreams.
BAYARD TAYLORSometimes an hour of Fate’s serenest weather Strikes through our changeful sky its coming beams; Somewhere above us, in elusive ether, Waits the fulfilment of our dearest dreams.
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And rest, that strengthens unto virtuous deeds, Is one with Prayer.
BAYARD TAYLORAnd rest, that strengthens unto virtuous deeds, Is one with Prayer.
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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.
BAYARD TAYLORFame 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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Sweeter than the stolen kiss Are the granted kisses
BAYARD TAYLORSweeter than the stolen kiss Are the granted kisses
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Learn to live, and live to learn, Ignorance like a fire doth burn, Little tasks make large return.
BAYARD TAYLORLearn to live, and live to learn, Ignorance like a fire doth burn, Little tasks make large return.
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I love thee, I love but thee, With a love that shall not die.
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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.
BAYARD TAYLORWho 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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Love’s humility is love’s true pride.
BAYARD TAYLORLove’s humility is love’s true pride.
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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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Those who would attain to any marked degree of excellence in a chosen pursuit must work, and work hard for it, prince or peasant.
BAYARD TAYLORThose 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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To learn by observation is traveling, people must also bring knowledge with them.
BAYARD TAYLORTo learn by observation is traveling, people must also bring knowledge with them.
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With rushing winds and gloomy skies The dark and stubborn Winter dies: Far-off, unseen, Spring faintly cries, Bidding her earliest child arise; March!
BAYARD TAYLORWith rushing winds and gloomy skies The dark and stubborn Winter dies: Far-off, unseen, Spring faintly cries, Bidding her earliest child arise; March!
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And the wind that saddens, the sea that gladdens, Are singing the selfsame strain.
BAYARD TAYLORAnd the wind that saddens, the sea that gladdens, Are singing the selfsame strain.
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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.
BAYARD TAYLORDeparted 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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The loving are the daring.
BAYARD TAYLORThe loving are the daring.
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