Loveliest of lovely things are they
On earth that soonest pass away.
The rose that lives its little hour
Is prized beyond the sculptured flower.
-- William Cullen Bryant (1794-1878)
-- A Scene on the Banks of the Hudson
On earth that soonest pass away.
The rose that lives its little hour
Is prized beyond the sculptured flower.
-- William Cullen Bryant (1794-1878)
-- A Scene on the Banks of the Hudson
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- Go, lovely Rose that lives its little hour!
Go, little booke!
and let who will be clever! Roll on! From yonder ivy... - All that tread
The globe are but a handful to the tribes
That slumber in its bosom.
William Cullen Bryant (1794-1878) --... - The hills,
Rock-ribbed, and ancient as the sun.
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William Cullen Bryant (1794-1878) --... - Old ocean's gray and melancholy waste.
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William Cullen Bryant (1794-1878) --... - The victory of endurance born.
-- William Cullen Bryant (1794-1878)
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The Battle... - Truth crushed to earth shall rise again,--
The eternal years of God are hers;
But Error, wounded, writhes with pain, And dies among... - But 'neath yon crimson tree
Lover to listening maid might breathe his flame,
Nor mark, within its roseate canopy, Her blush of... - Here the free spirit of mankind, at length,
Throws its last fetters off;
and who shall place A limit to the giant's unchained... - And sighs to find them in the wood and by the stream no more.
William Cullen Bryant (1794-1878) -- The Death of...
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- If it ain't broken,
keep playing with it... - Today is the yesterday you worried about
tomorrow... - How can you tell if an elephant is sitting on your back in a hurricane?
You can hear his ears flapping in the wind... - Never argue with a man who buys ink by the
barrel... - Addresses are given to us to conceal our whereabouts.
H. H. Munro ("Saki") (1870...
