Love is better than Fame.
BAYARD TAYLORThe stream from Wisdom’s well, Which God supplies, is inexhaustible.
More Bayard Taylor Quotes
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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.
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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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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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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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The Poet’s leaves are gathered one by one, In the slow process of the doubtful years.
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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.
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And far and wide, in a scarlet tide, The poppy’s bonfire spread.
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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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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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He teaches best, Who feels the hearts of all men in his breast, And knows their strength or weakness through his own.
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The hollows are heavy and dank With the steam of the Goldenrods.
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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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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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And the wind that saddens, the sea that gladdens, Are singing the selfsame strain.
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