The victory of endurance born.
-- William Cullen Bryant (1794-1878)
-- The Battle-Field
-- William Cullen Bryant (1794-1878)
-- The Battle-Field
Related:
- Truth crushed to earth shall rise again,--
The eternal years of God are hers;
But Error, wounded, writhes with pain, And dies among... - Old ocean's gray and melancholy waste.
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William Cullen Bryant (1794-1878) --... - The hills,
Rock-ribbed, and ancient as the sun.
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William Cullen Bryant (1794-1878) --... - 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) --... - The groves were God's first temples.
-- William Cullen Bryant (1794-1878)
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A Forest... - Weep not that the world changes -- did it keep a stable,
changeless state, it were cause indeed to weep. -...
