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.
BAYARD TAYLORBy wisdom wealth is won; but riches purchased wisdom yet for none.
More Bayard Taylor Quotes
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The hollows are heavy and dank With the steam of the Goldenrods.
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Could one live on the sense of beauty alone, exempt from the necessity of ‘creature comforts,’ a sea-voyage would be delightful.
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Learn to live, and live to learn, Ignorance like a fire doth burn, Little tasks make large return.
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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 stream from Wisdom’s well, Which God supplies, is inexhaustible.
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Opportunity is rare, and a wise man will never let it go by him.
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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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Labor, you know, is prayer.
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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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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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Swelling in anger or sparkling in glee.
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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.
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The bravest are the most tender; the loving are the daring.
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And the wind that saddens, the sea that gladdens, Are singing the selfsame strain.
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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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