Love’s humility is love’s true pride.
BAYARD TAYLORPeace the offspring is of Power.
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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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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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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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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The Poet’s leaves are gathered one by one, In the slow process of the doubtful years.
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Women are not apt to be won by the charms of verse.
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The stream from Wisdom’s well, Which God supplies, is inexhaustible.
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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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The most annoying of all blockheads is a well-read fool.
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Although Damascus is considered the oldest city in the world, the date of its foundation going beyond tradition, there are very few relics of antiquity in or near it.
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Wrapped in his sad-colored cloak, the Day, like a Puritan, standeth Stern in the joyless fields, rebuking the lingering color,– Dying hectic of leaves and the chilly blue of the asters,– Hearing, perchance, the croak of a crow on the desolate tree-top.
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Departed suns their trails of splendor drew Across departed summers: whispers came From voices, long ago resolved again Into the primeval Silence, and we twain, Ghosts of our present selves, yet still the same, As in a spectral mirror wandered there.
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Pens carry further than rifled cannon.
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The aquilegia sprinkled on the rocks A scarlet rain; the yellow violet Sat in the chariot of its leaves, the phlox Held spikes of purple flame in meadows wet, And all the streams with vernal-scented reed Were fringed, and streaky bellow of miskodeed.
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To learn by observation is traveling, people must also bring knowledge with them.
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