Mock jewelry on a woman is tangible vulgarity.
BAYARD TAYLORThe most annoying of all blockheads is a well-read fool.
More Bayard Taylor Quotes
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The bravest are the most tender; the loving are the daring.
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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 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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I love thee, I love but thee, With a love that shall not die.
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Swelling in anger or sparkling in glee.
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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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Pansies in soft April rains Fill their stalks with honeyed sap Drawn from Earth’s prolific lap.
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Those who would attain to any marked degree of excellence in a chosen pursuit must work, and work hard for it, prince or peasant.
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And the wind that saddens, the sea that gladdens, Are singing the selfsame strain.
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And rest, that strengthens unto virtuous deeds, Is one with Prayer.
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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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Higher than the perfect song For which love longeth, Is the tender fear of wrong, That never wrongeth.
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Labor, you know, is prayer.
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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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As I toiled up the Mount of Olives, in the very footsteps of Christ, panting with the heat and the difficult ascent, I found it utterly impossible to conceive that the Deity, in human form, had walked there before me.
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