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 TAYLORThe 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.
More Bayard Taylor Quotes
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To Truth’s house there is a single door, which is experience.
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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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To learn by observation is traveling, people must also bring knowledge with them.
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London has the advantage of one of the most gloomy atmospheres in the world.
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The bravest are the most tender; the loving are the daring.
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And rest, that strengthens unto virtuous deeds, Is one with Prayer.
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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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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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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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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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Pens carry further than rifled cannon.
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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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Peace the offspring is of Power.
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