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William C. Bryant
Maidens hearts are always soft: Would that men's were truer!
William C. Bryant
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
Here the free spirit of mankind, at length, Throws its last fetters off; and who shall place A limit to the giant's unchained strength, Or curb his swiftness in the forward race?
William C. Bryant
Heed not the night; a summer lodge amid the wild is mine - 'Tis shadowed by the tulip-tree, 'tis mantled by the vine.
William C. Bryant
Go forth under the open sky, and list To Nature's teachings.
William C. Bryant
Glorious are the woods in their latest gold and crimson, Yet our full-leaved willows are in the freshest green. Such a kindly autumn, so mercifully dealing With the growths of summer, I never yet have seen.
William C. Bryant
Eloquence is the poetry of prose.
William C. Bryant
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
And the blue gentian-flower, that, in the breeze, nods lonely, of her beauteous race the last.
William C. Bryant
And suns grow meek, and the meek suns grow brief, and the year smiles as it draws near its death.