By wisdom wealth is won; but riches purchased wisdom yet for none.
BAYARD TAYLORPens carry further than rifled cannon.
More Bayard Taylor Quotes
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London has the advantage of one of the most gloomy atmospheres in the world.
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Sweeter than the stolen kiss Are the granted kisses
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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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Mock jewelry on a woman is tangible vulgarity.
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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 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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Although Damascus is considered the oldest city in the world, the date of its foundation going beyond tradition, there are very few relics of antiquity in or near it.
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And rest, that strengthens unto virtuous deeds, Is one with Prayer.
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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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He teaches best, Who feels the hearts of all men in his breast, And knows their strength or weakness through his own.
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There may come a day Which crowns Desire with gift, and Art with truth, And Love with bliss, and Life with wiser youth!
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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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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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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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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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