And far and wide, in a scarlet tide, The poppy’s bonfire spread.
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.
More Bayard Taylor Quotes
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And rest, that strengthens unto virtuous deeds, Is one with Prayer.
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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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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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Women are not apt to be won by the charms of verse.
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The hollows are heavy and dank With the steam of the Goldenrods.
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From the desert I come to thee, On a stallion shod with fire; And the winds are left behind In the speed of my desire.
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Life lives only in success.
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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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But still I dream that somewhere there must be The spirit of a child that waits for me.
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Labor, you know, is prayer.
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To Truth’s house there is a single door, which is experience.
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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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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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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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Peace the offspring is of Power.
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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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Mock jewelry on a woman is tangible vulgarity.
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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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Love is better than Fame.
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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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The lamp you lighted in the olden time Will show you my heart’s-blood beating through the rhyme: A poet’s journal, writ in fire and tears… Then slow deliverance, with the gaps of years.
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As I toiled up the Mount of Olives, in the very footsteps of Christ, panting with the heat and the difficult ascent, I found it utterly impossible to conceive that the Deity, in human form, had walked there before me.
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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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Alone each heart must cover up its dead; Alone, through bitter toil, achieve its rest.
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