He teaches best, Who feels the hearts of all men in his breast, And knows their strength or weakness through his own.
BAYARD TAYLORWomen are not apt to be won by the charms of verse.
More Bayard Taylor Quotes
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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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By wisdom wealth is won; but riches purchased wisdom yet for none.
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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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The bravest are the most tender; the loving are the daring.
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The stream from Wisdom’s well, Which God supplies, is inexhaustible.
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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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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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The loving are the daring.
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London has the advantage of one of the most gloomy atmospheres in the world.
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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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But still I dream that somewhere there must be The spirit of a child that waits for me.
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The hollows are heavy and dank With the steam of the Goldenrods.
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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!
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Eccentricity is developed monomania.
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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.
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