The groves were God's first temples.
-- William Cullen Bryant (1794-1878)
-- A Forest Hymn
-- William Cullen Bryant (1794-1878)
-- A Forest Hymn
Related:
- Weep not that the world changes -- did it keep a stable,
changeless state, it were cause indeed to weep. -... - The hills,
Rock-ribbed, and ancient as the sun.
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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... - Old ocean's gray and melancholy waste.
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William Cullen Bryant (1794-1878) --... - Truth crushed to earth shall rise again,--
The eternal years of God are hers;
But Error, wounded, writhes with pain, And dies among... - Whose house is this? What street are we in? Why did you bring me here?"
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William Cullen Bryant, poet, 1794... - All that tread
The globe are but a handful to the tribes
That slumber in its bosom.
William Cullen Bryant (1794-1878) --... - And sighs to find them in the wood and by the stream no more.
William Cullen Bryant (1794-1878) -- The Death of... - Go forth under the open sky, and list
To Nature's teachings.
William Cullen Bryant (1794-1878) --...
From the same category:
- I just found out that the brain is like a computer.
If that's true, then there really aren't any stupid... - Bender: I can't keep running people over.
I'm not famous enough to get away with it... - I appeal unto Caesar.
-- New Testament
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Acts xxv,... - But oh for the touch of a vanish'd hand,
And the sound of a voice that is still!
Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- Break, break,... - Chisolm's First Corollary to Murphy's Second Law:
When things just can't possibly get any worse,
they will...
