I love thee, I love but thee, With a love that shall not die.
BAYARD TAYLORThe bravest are the most tender; the loving are the daring.
More Bayard Taylor Quotes
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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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The Poet’s leaves are gathered one by one, In the slow process of the doubtful years.
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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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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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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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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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Labor, you know, is prayer.
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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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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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But still I dream that somewhere there must be The spirit of a child that waits for me.
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Love is better than Fame.
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Eccentricity is developed monomania.
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The maxims tell you to aim at perfection, which is well; but it’s unattainable, all the same.
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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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We follow and race In shifting chase, Over the boundless ocean-space! Who hath beheld when the race begun? Who shall behold it run?
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