He teaches best, Who feels the hearts of all men in his breast, And knows their strength or weakness through his own.
BAYARD TAYLORBy wisdom wealth is won; but riches purchased wisdom yet for none.
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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To Truth’s house there is a single door, which is experience.
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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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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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The loving are the daring.
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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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It is an agreeable and yet a painful sense of novelty to stand for the first time in the midst of a people whose language and manners are different from one’s own.
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But still I dream that somewhere there must be The spirit of a child that waits for me.
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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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I love thee, I love but thee, With a love that shall not die.
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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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Women are not apt to be won by the charms of verse.
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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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The stream from Wisdom’s well, Which God supplies, is inexhaustible.
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