Bayard Taylor Quotes
Sometimes an hour of Fate's serenest weather Strikes through our changeful sky its coming beams; Somewhere above us, in elusive ether, Waits the fulfilment of our dearest dreams.
There may come a day
Which crowns Desire with gift, and Art with truth,
And Love with bliss, and Life with wiser youth!
Life lives only in success.
Each separate star
Seems nothing, but a myriad scattered stars
Break up the Night, and make it beautiful.
Because the gift of Song was chiefly lent,
To give consoling music for the joys
We lack, and not for those which we possess.
They sang of love and not of fame;
Forgot was Britain's glory;
Each heart recalled a different name,
But all sang "Annie Laurie."
Alone each heart must cover up its dead;
Alone, through bitter toil, achieve its rest.
The knowledge of my sin
Is half-repentance.
Departed suns their trails of splendor drew
Across departed summers: whispers came
From voices, long ago resolved again
Into the primeval Silence, and we twain,
Ghosts of our present selves, yet still the same,
As in a spectral mirror wandered there.
And half in shade and half in sun;
The Rose sat in her bower,
With a passionate thrill in her crimson heart.