Maxioms by William Cullen Bryant
Weep not that the world changes -- did it keep a stable, changeless state, it were a cause indeed to read more
Weep not that the world changes -- did it keep a stable, changeless state, it were a cause indeed to weep.
Modest and shy as a nun is she;
One weak chirp is her only note;
Braggarts and read more
Modest and shy as a nun is she;
One weak chirp is her only note;
Braggarts and prince of braggarts is he,
Pouring boasts from his little throat.
To him who in the love of Nature holds
Communion with her visible forms, she speaks
A read more
To him who in the love of Nature holds
Communion with her visible forms, she speaks
A various language.
The daffodil is our doorside queen;
She pushes upward the sword already,
To spot with sunshine the read more
The daffodil is our doorside queen;
She pushes upward the sword already,
To spot with sunshine the early green.
The fiercest agonies have shortest reign;
And after dreams of horror, comes again
The welcome morning with read more
The fiercest agonies have shortest reign;
And after dreams of horror, comes again
The welcome morning with its rays of peace.