The hollows are heavy and dank With the steam of the Goldenrods.
BAYARD TAYLORLabor, you know, is prayer.
More Bayard Taylor Quotes
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And far and wide, in a scarlet tide, The poppy’s bonfire spread.
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I love thee, I love but thee, With a love that shall not die.
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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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Really,’ thought I, ‘we call Baltimore the ‘Monumental City’ for its two marble columns, and here is Edinburg with one at every street-corner!
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To Truth’s house there is a single door, which is experience.
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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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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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Eccentricity is developed monomania.
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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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Pansies in soft April rains Fill their stalks with honeyed sap Drawn from Earth’s prolific lap.
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The knowledge of my sin Is half-repentance.
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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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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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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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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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