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.
BAYARD TAYLORMock jewelry on a woman is tangible vulgarity.
More Bayard Taylor Quotes
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Love’s humility is love’s true pride.
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And the wind that saddens, the sea that gladdens, Are singing the selfsame strain.
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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 stream from Wisdom’s well, Which God supplies, is inexhaustible.
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The 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.
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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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To learn by observation is traveling, people must also bring knowledge with them.
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The glories of the possible are ours.
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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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Voluptuous 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.
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Opportunity is rare, and a wise man will never let it go by him.
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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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I know I am–that simplest bliss The millions of my brothers miss. I know the fortune to be born, Even to the meanest wretch they scorn.
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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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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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