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 Woods
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 Woods
Related:
- The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year,
Of wailing winds and naked woods and meadows brown... - Here the free spirit of mankind, at length,
Throws its last fetters off;
and who shall place A limit to the giant's unchained... - All that tread
The globe are but a handful to the tribes
That slumber in its bosom.
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... - Old ocean's gray and melancholy waste.
--
William Cullen Bryant (1794-1878) --... - The hills,
Rock-ribbed, and ancient as the sun.
--
William Cullen Bryant (1794-1878) --... - The victory of endurance born.
-- William Cullen Bryant (1794-1878)
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The Battle... - Loveliest of lovely things are they
On earth that soonest pass away.
The rose that lives its little hour Is prized beyond... - Truth crushed to earth shall rise again,--
The eternal years of God are hers;
But Error, wounded, writhes with pain, And dies among...
From the same category:
- White's Statement:
Don't lose heart!
Owen's Commentary on White's Statement:
they might want to cut it out... Byrd's Addition to... - Cross you heart, hope to die,
Stick a needle in your eye,
Jam a dagger in your thigh, Eat a horse manure pie... - I am committed-
or should be... - MFO: Mount
Female... - But I don't want to go on the cart..."
"Oh, don't be such a baby!"
"But I'm feeling much better.
" "No you're not... in a moment you'll be stone dead...
