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Bayard Taylor
Bayard Taylor

Bayard Taylor was an American poet, essayist, and translator. Born on January 11, 1825, in Nova Scotia, Canada, Taylor's early life was marked by his family's move to the United States. He is known for his romantic poetry and translations from various languages, including Latin, Greek, and German. Taylor's work often reflected his deep appreciation for nature and his travels, which included extensive tours of Europe. He died on December 19, 1878. more

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