William Cullen Bryant Quotes
I gazed upon the glorious sky
And the green mountains round,
And thought that when I came to lie
At rest within the ground,
'Twere pleasant, that in flowery June
When brooks send up a cheerful tune,
And groves a joyous sound,
The sexton's hand, my grave to make,
The rich, green mountain-turf should break.
William Cullen Bryant
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Samuel Gompers
I'm not completely at ease at rapping, I can't do it well yet.
Namie Amuro
Our regulatory bodies strive to create honest dealings, fair trades, and a situation in which no one has an advantage over anyone else. But human beings aren't honest. And all trades are made because one person thinks he's getting the better of the other, and the other person thinks the same.
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I've been cutting my hair ever since college. I try to do that whenever it gets rough. I'm not too cheap to go the barber shop, but I mostly try to do that by myself. I try to keep my skills sharp.
D'Brickashaw Ferguson
Dance has always been my passion, and I love it.
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I grew up in a home where reading was a big deal.
Mallory Ortberg
I've seen many politicians paralyzed in the legs as myself, but I've seen more of them who were paralyzed in the head.
George C. Wallace
It all comes down to when spring training comes. Do you want to go or don't you? If you want to go, you go.
Chili Davis
I've never hidden the fact that I'm Jamaican; I will never disown my roots or influences.
OMI
The worst thing in the world is to write something and be like that’s crap.
John Dolmayan
System Of A Down
I gazed upon the glorious sky
And the green mountains round,
And thought that when I came to lie
At rest within the ground,
'Twere pleasant, that in flowery June
When brooks send up a cheerful tune,
And groves a joyous sound,
The sexton's hand, my grave to make,
The rich, green mountain-turf should break.
William Cullen Bryant