Old ocean's gray and melancholy waste.
-- William Cullen Bryant (1794-1878)
-- Thanatopsis
-- William Cullen Bryant (1794-1878)
-- Thanatopsis
Related:
- The hills,
Rock-ribbed, and ancient as the sun.
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William Cullen Bryant (1794-1878) --... - All that tread
The globe are but a handful to the tribes
That slumber in its bosom.
William Cullen Bryant (1794-1878) --... - Go forth under the open sky, and list
To Nature's teachings.
William Cullen Bryant (1794-1878) --... - To him who in the love of Nature holds
Communion with her visible forms,
she speaks A various language. -- William Cullen Bryant... - The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year,
Of wailing winds and naked woods and meadows brown... - The victory of endurance born.
-- William Cullen Bryant (1794-1878)
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The Battle... - So live, that when thy summons comes to join
The innumerable caravan which moves
To that mysterious realm where each shall take
His chamber in the silent halls of death,
Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged... - Whose house is this? What street are we in? Why did you bring me here?"
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William Cullen Bryant, poet, 1794... - And sighs to find them in the wood and by the stream no more.
William Cullen Bryant (1794-1878) -- The Death of...
From the same category:
- A Day Without Paronomasia,
Is A Day Without Punshine... - Reality is the indefinite enumeration of
objects... - I wouldn't recommend sex, drugs or insanity for everyone,
but they've always worked for me. -- Hunter S. Thompson... - oh no godzilla
guns and planes cannot stop him
tokyo is ablaze
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haiku from Effector Online, Volume 1, Number... - State license plates we'd like to see:
ALABAMA ARIZONA IC1 NOW 120 F THE UFO SIGHTING...
