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. — Bayard Taylor Copy Share Image
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… — Bayard Taylor Copy Share Image
Above Coblentz almost every mountain has a ruin and a legend. One feels everywhere the spirit of the past, and its stirring recollections come… — Bayard Taylor Copy Share Image
So far as female beauty is concerned, the Circassian women have no superiors. They have preserved in their mountain home the purity of the… — Bayard Taylor Copy Share Image
The maxims tell you to aim at perfection, which is well; but it's unattainable, all the same. — Bayard Taylor Copy Share Image
But still I dream that somewhere there must be The spirit of a child that waits for me. — Bayard Taylor Copy Share Image
Departed suns their trails of splendor drew Across departed summers: whispers came From voices, long ago resolved again Into the primeval Silence, and we… — Bayard Taylor Copy Share Image
Fame is what you have taken, character is what you give; when to this truth you waken then you begin to live. — Bayard Taylor Copy Share Image
Although Damascus is considered the oldest city in the world, the date of its foundation going beyond tradition, there are very few relics of… — Bayard Taylor Copy Share Image
London has the advantage of one of the most gloomy atmospheres in the world. — Bayard Taylor Copy Share Image
To learn by observation is traveling, people must also bring knowledge with them. — Bayard Taylor Copy Share Image
Poetry had great powers over me from my childhood, and today the poems live in my memory which I read at the age of… — Bayard Taylor Copy Share Image
In the glory which overhangs Palestine afar off, we imagine emotions which never come, when we tread the soil and walk over the hallowed… — Bayard Taylor Copy Share Image
