Bayard Taylor
Bayard Taylor
Bayard Taylorwas an American poet, literary critic, translator, travel author, and diplomat...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth11 January 1825
CityKennett Square, PA
CountryUnited States of America
dream children childhood
But still I dream that somewhere there must be The spirit of a child that waits for me.
death ashes green
Death is not rare, alas! nor burials few, And soon the grassy coverlet of God Spreads equal green above their ashes pale.
love love-is fame
Love is better than Fame.
color blue tree
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.
prayer deeds virtuous
And rest, that strengthens unto virtuous deeds, Is one with Prayer.
half sin repentance
The knowledge of my sin Is half-repentance.
moon light wind
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.
success
Life lives only in success.
success art desire
There may come a day Which crowns Desire with gift, and Art with truth, And Love with bliss, and Life with wiser youth!
tangible taste jewelry
Mock jewelry on a woman is tangible vulgarity.
wisdom wells streams
The stream from Wisdom's well, Which God supplies, is inexhaustible.
wisdom doors dying
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.
dank steam heavy
The hollows are heavy and dank With the steam of the Goldenrods.
future glory
The glories of the possible are ours.