Bayard Taylor Quotes

And far and wide, in a scarlet tide, The poppy's bonfire spread.

Pansies in soft April rains Fill their stalks with honeyed sap Drawn from Earth's prolific lap.

I love thee, I love but thee, With a love that shall not die.

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.

But who will watch my lilies, When their blossoms open white? By day the sun shall be sentry, And the moon and the stars by night!

By wisdom wealth is won; but riches purchased wisdom yet for none.

With rushing winds and gloomy skies The dark and stubborn Winter dies: Far-off, unseen, Spring faintly cries, Bidding her earliest child arise; March!

The hollows are heavy and dank With the steam of the Goldenrods.

The knowledge of my sin Is half-repentance.

The loving are the daring.

Death is not rare, alas! nor burials few, And soon the grassy coverlet of God Spreads equal green above their ashes pale.

The most annoying of all blockheads is a well-read fool.

Learn to live, and live to learn, Ignorance like a fire doth burn, Little tasks make large return.

And the wind that saddens, the sea that gladdens, Are singing the selfsame strain.

Opportunity is rare, and a wise man will never let it go by him.

The bravest are the most tender; the loving are the daring.

To learn by observation is traveling, people must also bring knowledge with them.

Those who would attain to any marked degree of excellence in a chosen pursuit must work, and work hard for it, prince or peasant.

Peace the offspring is of Power.

The stream from Wisdom's well, Which God supplies, is inexhaustible.

We follow and race In shifting chase, Over the boundless ocean-space! Who hath beheld when the race begun? Who shall behold it run?

The maxims tell you to aim at perfection, which is well; but it's unattainable, all the same.

Swelling in anger or sparkling in glee.

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.

But still I dream that somewhere there must be The spirit of a child that waits for me.

Love's humility is love's true pride.

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.

Fame is what you have taken, / Character's what you give; / When to this truth you waken, / Then you begin to live.

Mock jewelry on a woman is tangible vulgarity.

To Truth's house there is a single door, which is experience.

Alone each heart must cover up its dead; Alone, through bitter toil, achieve its rest.

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.

Pens carry further than rifled cannon.

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.

Women are not apt to be won by the charms of verse.

Really,' thought I, 'we call Baltimore the 'Monumental City' for its two marble columns, and here is Edinburg with one at every street-corner!

London has the advantage of one of the most gloomy atmospheres in the world.

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.

Sometimes an hour of Fate's serenest weather Strikes through our changeful sky its coming beams; Somewhere above us, in elusive ether, Waits the fulfilment of our dearest dreams.

Eccentricity is developed monomania.

Love is better than Fame.

Labor, you know, is prayer.

Higher than the perfect song For which love longeth, Is the tender fear of wrong, That never wrongeth.

Could one live on the sense of beauty alone, exempt from the necessity of 'creature comforts,' a sea-voyage would be delightful.

And rest, that strengthens unto virtuous deeds, Is one with Prayer.

Life lives only in success.

There may come a day Which crowns Desire with gift, and Art with truth, And Love with bliss, and Life with wiser youth!

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.

The glories of the possible are ours.

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.