“ The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods and meadows brown and sear. ”
- William C. Bryant- Copy
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“ Truth gets well if she is run over by a locomotive, while error dies of lockjaw if she scratches her finger. ”
- William C. Bryant- Copy
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“ There is no glory in star or blossom till looked upon by a loving eye; There is no fragrance in April breezes till breathed with joy as they wander by. ”
- William C. Bryant- Copy
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“ The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods and meadows brown and sear. ”
- William C. Bryant- Copy
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“ There is no glory in star or blossom till looked upon by a loving eye; There is no fragrance in April breezes till breathed with joy as they wander by. ”
- William C. Bryant- Copy
- 2.8K
“ Weep not that the world changes - did it keep a stable, changeless state, it were a cause indeed to weep. ”
- William C. Bryant- Copy
- 2.2K
“ Pain dies quickly, and lets her weary prisoners go; the fiercest agonies have shortest reign. ”
- William C. Bryant- Copy
- 179
“ Weep not that the world changes - did it keep a stable, changeless state, it were a cause indeed to weep. ”
- William C. Bryant- Copy
- 555
“ Weep not that the world changes - did it keep a stable, changeless state, it were a cause indeed to weep. ”
- William C. Bryant- Copy
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“ Difficulty, my brethren, is the nurse of greatness — a harsh nurse, who roughly rocks her foster — children into strength and athletic proportion. ”
- William C. Bryant- Copy
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“ Weep not that the world changes - did it keep a stable, changeless state, it were a cause indeed to weep. ”
- William C. Bryant- Copy
- 3.8K
“ Weep not that the world changes - did it keep a stable, changeless state, it were a cause indeed to weep. ”
- William C. Bryant- Copy
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“ Loveliest of lovely things are they On earth, that soonest pass away. The rose that lives its little hour Is prized beyond the sculptured flower. ”
- William C. Bryant- Copy
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“ Poetry is that art which selects and arranges the symbols of thought in such a manner as to excite the imagination the most powerfully and delightfully. ”
- William C. Bryant- Copy
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“ All that tread, the globe are but a handful to the tribes, that slumber in its bosom. ”
- William C. Bryant- Copy
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“ Pain dies quickly, and lets her weary prisoners go; the fiercest agonies have shortest reign. ”
- William C. Bryant- Copy
- 1.5K
“ Truth gets well if she is run over by a locomotive, while error dies of lockjaw if she scratches her finger. ”
- William C. Bryant- Copy
- 742
“ Poetry is that art which selects and arranges the symbols of thought in such a manner as to excite the imagination the most powerfully and delightfully. ”
- William C. Bryant- Copy
- 3.8K
“ Weep not that the world changes - did it keep a stable, changeless state, it were a cause indeed to weep. ”
- William C. Bryant- Copy
- 3.9K
“ There is no glory in star or blossom till looked upon by a loving eye; There is no fragrance in April breezes till breathed with joy as they wander by. ”
- William C. Bryant- Copy
- 640
“ Remorse is virtue's root; its fair increase are fruits of innocence and blessedness. ”
- William C. Bryant- Copy
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“ Weep not that the world changes - did it keep a stable, changeless state, it were a cause indeed to weep. ”
- William C. Bryant- Copy
- 1.1K
“ There is no glory in star or blossom till looked upon by a loving eye; There is no fragrance in April breezes till breathed with joy as they wander by. ”
- William C. Bryant- Copy
- 3.7K
“ Remorse is virtue's root; its fair increase are fruits of innocence and blessedness. ”
- William C. Bryant- Copy
- 1.7K
“ Truth gets well if she is run over by a locomotive, while error dies of lockjaw if she scratches her finger. ”
- William C. Bryant- Copy
- 2.8K
“ The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods and meadows brown and sear. ”
- William C. Bryant- Copy
- 878
“ Loveliest of lovely things are they On earth, that soonest pass away. The rose that lives its little hour Is prized beyond the sculptured flower. ”
- William C. Bryant- Copy
- 3.8K
“ Difficulty, my brethren, is the nurse of greatness — a harsh nurse, who roughly rocks her foster — children into strength and athletic proportion. ”
- William C. Bryant- Copy
- 2.5K
“ Pain dies quickly, and lets her weary prisoners go; the fiercest agonies have shortest reign. ”
- William C. Bryant- Copy
- 3K
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