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So they, who climb to wealth, forget The friends in darker fortunes tried. I copied them--but I regret That I should ape the ways of pride.
William Cullen Bryant
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Showers and sunshine bring, Slowly, the deepening verdure o'er the earth; To put their foliage out, the woods are slack, And one by one the singing-birds come back.
William Cullen Bryant
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I grieve for life's bright promise, just shown and then withdrawn.
William Cullen Bryant
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Eloquence is the poetry of prose.
William Cullen Bryant
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I shall seeThe hour of death draw near to me,Hope, blossoming within my heart. . . .
William Cullen Bryant
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All things that are on earth shall wholly pass away, Except the love of God, which shall live and last for aye.
William Cullen Bryant
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Adversity is the nurse of greatness which roughly rocks her patients back to health.
William Cullen Bryant
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These struggling tides of life that seem In wayward, aimless course to tend, Are eddies of the mighty stream That rolls to its appointed end.
William Cullen Bryant
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Is not thy home among the flowers?
William Cullen Bryant
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Remorse is virtue's root; its fair increase is fruits of innocence and blessedness.
William Cullen Bryant
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Genius, with all its pride in its own strength, is but a dependent quality, and cannot put forth its whole powers nor claim all its honors without an amount of aid from the talents and labors of others which it is difficult to calculate.
William Cullen Bryant
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The victory of endurance born.
William Cullen Bryant
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Flowers spring up unsown and die ungathered.
William Cullen Bryant
