The maxims tell you to aim at perfection, which is well; but it’s unattainable, all the same.
BAYARD TAYLORThe maxims tell you to aim at perfection, which is well; but it’s unattainable, all the same.
BAYARD TAYLORAbove 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.
BAYARD TAYLORBut 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!
BAYARD TAYLORBy wisdom wealth is won; but riches purchased wisdom yet for none.
BAYARD TAYLORLove’s humility is love’s true pride.
BAYARD TAYLORPeace the offspring is of Power.
BAYARD TAYLORThe 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.
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.
BAYARD TAYLORThere may come a day Which crowns Desire with gift, and Art with truth, And Love with bliss, and Life with wiser youth!
BAYARD TAYLORVoluptuous bloom and fragrance rare The summer to its rose may bring; Far sweeter to the wooing air The hidden violet of spring. Still, still that lovely ghost appears, Too fair, too pure, to bid depart; No riper love of later years Can steal its beauty from the heart.
BAYARD TAYLORSwelling in anger or sparkling in glee.
BAYARD TAYLORThe hollows are heavy and dank With the steam of the Goldenrods.
BAYARD TAYLORMelrose 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.
BAYARD TAYLORLearn to live, and live to learn, Ignorance like a fire doth burn, Little tasks make large return.
BAYARD TAYLORPens carry further than rifled cannon.
BAYARD TAYLORThe glories of the possible are ours.
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