Truth crushed to earth shall rise again,--
The eternal years of God are hers;
But Error, wounded, writhes with pain,
And dies among his worshippers.
-- William Cullen Bryant (1794-1878)
-- The Battle-Field
The eternal years of God are hers;
But Error, wounded, writhes with pain,
And dies among his worshippers.
-- William Cullen Bryant (1794-1878)
-- The Battle-Field
Related:
- The victory of endurance born.
-- William Cullen Bryant (1794-1878)
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The Battle... - Here the free spirit of mankind, at length,
Throws its last fetters off;
and who shall place A limit to the giant's unchained... - The groves were God's first temples.
-- William Cullen Bryant (1794-1878)
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A Forest... - 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) --... - Loveliest of lovely things are they
On earth that soonest pass away.
The rose that lives its little hour Is prized beyond... - 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... - But 'neath yon crimson tree
Lover to listening maid might breathe his flame,
Nor mark, within its roseate canopy, Her blush of... - Whose house is this? What street are we in? Why did you bring me here?"
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William Cullen Bryant, poet, 1794...
From the same category:
- The revolution will not be
televised... - Knowledge is soon changed, then lost in the mist, an echo half-heard.
Gene... - You may be redneck...
if you take a bath only once a week... - I have more hit points that you can possible
imagine... - Where there's a will,
there's a relative...
