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-mantled tower The moon and i could keep this up forever.... - All that tread
The globe are but a handful to the tribes
That slumber in its bosom.
-- William Cullen Bryant (1794-1878) -- Thanatopsi... - The hills,
Rock-ribbed, and ancient as the sun.
-- William Cullen Bryant (1794-1878) -- Thanatopsi... - Old ocean's gray and melancholy waste. -- William Cullen Bryant (1794-1878) -- Thanatopsi
- The victory of endurance born. -- William Cullen Bryant (1794-1878) -- The Battle-Field
- Truth crushed to earth shall rise again,--
The eternal years of God are he
But Error, wounded, writhes with pain, And dies among his worshippers.... - But 'neath yon crimson tree
Lover to listening maid might breathe his flame,
Nor mark, within its roseate canopy,
Her blush of maiden shame.
-- William Cullen Bryant (1794-1878) -- Autumn Wood... - Here the free spirit of mankind, at length,
Throws its last fetters off
and who shall place A limit to the giant's unchained strength, Or curb his swiftness in the forward race?... - And sighs to find them in the wood and by the stream no more.
-- William Cullen Bryant (1794-1878) -- The Death of the Flowe...
