The clouds are scudding across the moon, A misty light is on the sea; The wind in the shrouds has a wintry tune, And the foam is flying free.
BAYARD TAYLORSweeter than the stolen kiss Are the granted kisses
More Bayard Taylor Quotes
-
-
And the wind that saddens, the sea that gladdens, Are singing the selfsame strain.
BAYARD TAYLOR -
Labor, you know, is prayer.
BAYARD TAYLOR -
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.
BAYARD TAYLOR -
Higher than the perfect song For which love longeth, Is the tender fear of wrong, That never wrongeth.
BAYARD TAYLOR -
Fame is what you have taken, / Character’s what you give; / When to this truth you waken, / Then you begin to live.
BAYARD TAYLOR -
An enthusiastic desire of visiting the Old World haunted me from early childhood. I cherished a presentiment, amounting almost to belief, that I should one day behold the scenes, among which my fancy had so long wandered.
BAYARD TAYLOR -
Swelling in anger or sparkling in glee.
BAYARD TAYLOR -
To learn by observation is traveling, people must also bring knowledge with them.
BAYARD TAYLOR -
Who thinks, at night, that morn will ever be? Who knows, far out upon the central sea, That anywhere is land? And yet, a shore Has set behind us, and will rise before: A past foretells a future.
BAYARD TAYLOR -
Mock jewelry on a woman is tangible vulgarity.
BAYARD TAYLOR -
There may come a day Which crowns Desire with gift, and Art with truth, And Love with bliss, and Life with wiser youth!
BAYARD TAYLOR -
Learn to live, and live to learn, Ignorance like a fire doth burn, Little tasks make large return.
BAYARD TAYLOR -
Really,’ thought I, ‘we call Baltimore the ‘Monumental City’ for its two marble columns, and here is Edinburg with one at every street-corner!
BAYARD TAYLOR -
Women are not apt to be won by the charms of verse.
BAYARD TAYLOR -
Pens carry further than rifled cannon.
BAYARD TAYLOR -
The maxims tell you to aim at perfection, which is well; but it’s unattainable, all the same.
BAYARD TAYLOR -
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.
BAYARD TAYLOR -
The bravest are the most tender; the loving are the daring.
BAYARD TAYLOR -
But still I dream that somewhere there must be The spirit of a child that waits for me.
BAYARD TAYLOR -
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.
BAYARD TAYLOR -
The knowledge of my sin Is half-repentance.
BAYARD TAYLOR -
Alone each heart must cover up its dead; Alone, through bitter toil, achieve its rest.
BAYARD TAYLOR -
The glories of the possible are ours.
BAYARD TAYLOR -
The loving are the daring.
BAYARD TAYLOR -
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.
BAYARD TAYLOR -
Love’s humility is love’s true pride.
BAYARD TAYLOR