Bayard Taylor Quotes

In the glory which overhangs Palestine afar off, we imagine emotions which never come, when we tread the soil and walk over the hallowed sites.

The Poet's leaves are gathered one by one, In the slow process of the doubtful years.

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.

Sweeter than the stolen kiss Are the granted kisses

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.

I love thee, I love but theeWith a love that shall not dieTill the sun grows cold, And the stars grow old

Now the frosty stars are gone: I have watched them one by one Fading on the shores of Dawn. Round and full the glorious sun Walks with level step the spray Through his vestibule of Day.

Pardon not wrath is God's best attribute.

Till the sun grows cold And the stars are old And the leaves of the Judgment Book unfold.