Swelling in anger or sparkling in glee.
“Swelling in anger or sparkling in glee.” Bayard Taylor
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.
“Although Damascus is considered the oldest city in the world, the … Read More
We follow and race In shifting chase, Over the boundless ocean-space! Who hath beheld when the race begun? Who shall behold it run?
“We follow and race In shifting chase, Over the boundless ocean-space! … Read More
Pansies in soft April rains Fill their stalks with honeyed sap Drawn from Earth’s prolific lap.
“Pansies in soft April rains Fill their stalks with honeyed sap … Read More
There may come a dayWhich crowns Desire with gift, and Art with truth,And Love with bliss, and Life with wiser youth!
“There may come a dayWhich crowns Desire with gift, and Art … Read More
And rest, that strengthens unto virtuous deeds,Is one with Prayer.
“And rest, that strengthens unto virtuous deeds,Is one with Prayer.” … Read More
But still I dream that somewhere there must beThe spirit of a child that waits for me.
“But still I dream that somewhere there must beThe spirit of … Read More
I know I am–that simplest blissThe millions of my brothers miss.I know the fortune to be born,Even to the meanest wretch they scorn.
“I know I am–that simplest blissThe millions of my brothers miss.I … Read More
The Poet’s leaves are gathered one by one,In the slow process of the doubtful years.
“The Poet’s leaves are gathered one by one,In the slow process … Read More
The source of each accordant strainLies deeper than the Poet’s brain.First from the people’s heart must springThe 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 inwroughtThe touchstone of the listener’s thought;That penetrates each vain disguise,And brings his secret to his eyes.
“The source of each accordant strainLies deeper than the Poet’s brain.First … Read More
Departed suns their trails of splendor drewAcross departed summers: whispers cameFrom voices, long ago resolved againInto the primeval Silence, and we twain,Ghosts of our present selves, yet still the same,As in a spectral mirror wandered there.
“Departed suns their trails of splendor drewAcross departed summers: whispers cameFrom … Read More
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.
“The nearest approach I have ever seen to the symmetry of … Read More
The glories of the possible are ours.
“The glories of the possible are ours.” 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.
“Melrose is the finest remaining specimen of Gothic architecture in Scotland. … Read More
Wrapped in his sad-colored cloak, the Day, like a Puritan, standethStern 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.
“Wrapped in his sad-colored cloak, the Day, like a Puritan, standethStern … Read More
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.
“The native Jewish families in Jerusalem, as well as those in … Read More
Higher than the perfect song For which love longeth, Is the tender fear of wrong, That never wrongeth.
“Higher than the perfect song For which love longeth, Is the … Read More
Oh! what waves of crime and bloodshed have swept like the waves of a deluge down the valley of the Rhine! War has laid his mailed hand on those desolate towers and ruthlessly torn down what time has spared, yet he could not mar the beauty of the shore, nor could Time himself hurl down the mountains that guard it.
“Oh! what waves of crime and bloodshed have swept like the … Read More
London has the advantage of one of the most gloomy atmospheres in the world.
“London has the advantage of one of the most gloomy atmospheres … Read More
I envy those old Greek bathers, into whose hands were delivered Pericles, and Alcibiades, and the perfect models of Phidias. They had daily before their eyes the highest types of Beauty which the world has ever produced; for of all things that are beautiful, the human body is the crown.
“I envy those old Greek bathers, into whose hands were delivered … Read More