William Cullen Bryant Quotes
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The summer day is closed - the sun is set: Well they have done their office, those bright hours, The latest of whose train goes softly out In the red west. The green blade of the ground Has risen, and herds have cropped it; the young twig Has spread its plaited tissues to the sun; Flowers of the garden and the waste have blown And withered; seeds have fallen upon the soil, From bursting cells, and in their graves await Their resurrection. Insects from the pools Have filled the air awhile with humming wings, That now are still for ever; painted moths Have wandered the blue sky, and died again
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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.
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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.
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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.
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I grieve for life's bright promise, just shown and then withdrawn.
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Gently - so have good men taught - Gently, and without grief, the old shall glide Into the new; the eternal flow of things, Like a bright river of the fields of heaven, Shall journey onward in perpetual peace.
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Remorse is virtue's root; its fair increase is fruits of innocence and blessedness.
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Adversity is the nurse of greatness which roughly rocks her patients back to health.
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I shall seeThe hour of death draw near to me,Hope, blossoming within my heart. . . .
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Is not thy home among the flowers?
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Flowers spring up unsown and die ungathered.
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The victory of endurance born.
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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.