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.
BAYARD TAYLORPeace the offspring is of Power.
More Bayard Taylor Quotes
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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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By wisdom wealth is won; but riches purchased wisdom yet for none.
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And rest, that strengthens unto virtuous deeds, Is one with Prayer.
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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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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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Higher than the perfect song For which love longeth, Is the tender fear of wrong, That never wrongeth.
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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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Peace the offspring is of Power.
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Opportunity is rare, and a wise man will never let it go by him.
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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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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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And the wind that saddens, the sea that gladdens, Are singing the selfsame strain.
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The bravest are the most tender; the loving are the daring.
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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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