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Pearl S. Buck
A dog barks when his master is attacked. I would be a coward if I saw that God's truth is attacked and yet would remain silent.
William C. Bryant
Winning isn't everything, but it beats anything in second place.
William C. Bryant
Wild was the day; the wintry sea Moaned sadly on New England's strand, When first the thoughtful and the free, Our fathers, trod the desert land.
William C. Bryant
Where hast thou wandered. gentle gale, to find the perfumes thou dost bring?
William C. Bryant
Where fall the tears of love the rose appears, and where the ground is bright with friendship's tears, Forget-me-not, and violets, heavenly blue, spring glittering with the cheerful drops like dew.
William C. Bryant
When April winds Grew soft, the maple burst into a flush Of scarlet flowers. The tulip tree, high up, Opened in airs of June her multiple OF golden chalices to humming birds And silken-wing'd insects of the sky.
William C. Bryant
Weep not that the world changes - did it keep a stable, changeless state, it were cause indeed to weep.
William C. Bryant
Weep not that the world changes - did it keep a stable, changeless state, it were a cause indeed to weep.
William C. Bryant
Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
William C. Bryant
Truth gets well if she is run over by a locomotive, while error dies of lockjaw if she scratches her finger.