Bayard Taylor quotes - page 2

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. (Bayard Taylor)
Melrose is the finest remaining specimen of Gothic architecture in Scotland. Some of the sculptured flowers in the cloister arches are remarkably beautiful and delicate, and the two windows - the south and east oriels - are of a lightness and grace of execution really surprising. View quote
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Really,' thought I, 'we call Baltimore the 'Monumental City' for its two marble columns, and here is Edinburg with one at every street-corner! View quote
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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. View quote
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I could never see a book written in a foreign language without the most ardent desire to read it. View quote
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The view of the Rocky Mountains from the Divide near Kiowa Creek is considered one of the finest in Colorado. View quote
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I love thee, I love but thee, With a love that shall not die Till the sun grows cold, And the stars are old. View quote
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If she but smile, the crystal calm shall break In music, sweeter than it ever gave. View quote
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Yes, let the Angel blow! A peal from the parted heaven, The first of seven! View quote
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A Pike, in the California dialect, is a native of Missouri, Arkansas, Northern Texas, or Southern Illinois. The first emigrants that came over the plains were from Pike County, Missouri; but as the phrase, 'a Pike County man,' was altogether too long for this short life of ours, it was soon abbreviated into 'a Pike.' View quote
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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)
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. Under thy window I stand, And the midnight hears my cry: I love thee, I love but thee, With a love that shall not die Till the sun grows cold, And the stars are old, And the leaves of the Judgment Book unfold! View quote
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