Quotes from Bayard Taylor

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.

From the desert I come to theeOn a stallion shod with fire,And the winds are left behindIn the speed of my desire.

[Y]ears of quiet bliss To me, fast-rooted on paternal land, Mated, yet childless. He had journeyed far Beyond the borders of my life...

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...

Voluptuous bloom and fragrance rare The summer to its rose may bring; Far sweeter to the wooing air The hidden violet of spring. Still, still that lovely ghost appears, Too fair, too pure, to bid depart; No riper love of later years Can steal its beauty from the heart.

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...

I love thee, I love but thee, With a love that shall not die Till the sun grows cold, And the stars are old

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

Conventions, that all the champions of our sex feel the same way. Well, since I must come to an end somewhere, let it be here. To quote Lord Bacon again, take my "round, unvarnished tale," and perhaps the world will yet acknowledge that some good has been done by Yours truly,

tainted by the heaps of pestilent offal it must sweep away. As Lord Bacon says (in that play falsely attributed to Shakespeare)—"Ay, there's the rub!" If you were to ask me, NOW, what effect the right of suffrage, office, and all the duties of men has had upon the morals of the women of our State, I should be puzzled what

you say that men are worse than women, as most people do, then of course we improve them by closer political

Shelved around us lie the mummied authors.

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.

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

The loving are the daring.

So far as regards their moral character, the Finns have as little cause for reproach as any other people.

Love's humility is love's true pride.

The more I see of the Swedes, the more I am convinced that there is no kinder, simpler, and honester people in the world.

I know of nothing more moving, indeed semi-tragic, than the yearning helplessness in the face of a dog, who understands what is said to him, and can not answer!

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.

The native Jewish families in Jerusalem, as well as those in other parts of Palestine, present a marked difference to the Jews of Europe and America. They possess the same physical characteristics - the dark, oblong eye, the prominent nose, the strongly-marked cheek and jaw - but in the latter, these traits have become harsh and coarse.

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

Love is better than Fame.

People can't see that if I had not been a poet, I could never have had such success as a traveler.