Bayard Taylor Quotes and Sayings - Page 1
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“I love thee, I love but thee, With a love that shall not die.”
-- Bayard TaylorSource : Bayard Taylor (1866). “The Poems”, p.134
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“With rushing winds and gloomy skies The dark and stubborn Winter dies: Far-off, unseen, Spring faintly cries, Bidding her earliest child arise; March!”
-- Bayard TaylorSource : Bayard Taylor (1866). “The Poems”, p.408
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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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“The Poet's leaves are gathered one by one, In the slow process of the doubtful years.”
-- Bayard TaylorSource : Bayard Taylor (1863). “The Poet's Journal”, p.122
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“The source of each accordant strain Lies deeper than the Poet's brain. First from the people's heart must spring The passions which he learns to sing; They are the wind, the harp is he, To voice their fitful melody,-- The language of their varying fate, Their pride, grief, love, ambition, hate,-- The talisman which holds inwrought The touchstone of the listener's thought; That penetrates each vain disguise, And brings his secret to his eyes.”
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“The maxims tell you to aim at perfection, which is well; but it's unattainable, all the same.”
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“The most annoying of all blockheads is a well-read fool.”
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“To learn by observation is traveling, people must also bring knowledge with them.”
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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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“The hollows are heavy and dank With the steam of the Goldenrods.”
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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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“To Truth's house there is a single door, which is experience.”
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“He teaches best, Who feels the hearts of all men in his breast, And knows their strength or weakness through his own.”
-- Bayard TaylorSource : Bayard Taylor (1866). “The Poems”, p.93
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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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“But still I dream that somewhere there must be The spirit of a child that waits for me.”
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“Women are not apt to be won by the charms of verse.”
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“The Prophet's words were true; The mouth of Ali is the golden door Of Wisdom." When his friends to Ali bore These words, he smiled and said: "And should they ask The same until my dying day, the task Were easy; for the stream from Wisdom's well, Which God supplies, is inexhaustible.”
-- Bayard TaylorSource : Bayard Taylor (1866). “The Poems”, p.130
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“The stream from Wisdom's well, Which God supplies, is inexhaustible.”
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“Mock jewelry on a woman is tangible vulgarity.”
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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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“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.”
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“The knowledge of my sin Is half-repentance.”
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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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“And rest, that strengthens unto virtuous deeds, Is one with Prayer.”
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“Death is not rare, alas! nor burials few, And soon the grassy coverlet of God Spreads equal green above their ashes pale.”
-- Bayard TaylorSource : Bayard Taylor (1867). “The Picture of St. John”, p.168
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“And the wind that saddens, the sea that gladdens, Are singing the selfsame strain.”
-- Bayard TaylorSource : Bayard Taylor (1856). “Poems”, p.226
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“Pansies in soft April rains Fill their stalks with honeyed sap Drawn from Earth's prolific lap.”
-- Bayard Taylor
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