William Cullen Bryant

Remorse is virtue's root; its fair increase are fruits of innocence and blessedness

Remorse is virtue's root; its fair increase are fruits of innocence and blessedness

A breeze came wandering from the sky,
Light as the whispers of a dream;
He put the read more

A breeze came wandering from the sky,
Light as the whispers of a dream;
He put the o'erhanging grasses by,
And softly stooped to kiss the stream,
The pretty stream, the flattered stream,
The shy, yet unreluctant stream.

And at my silent window-sill
The jessamine peeps in.

And at my silent window-sill
The jessamine peeps in.

Pain dies quickly, and lets her weary prisoners go; the fiercest agonies have shortest reign.

Pain dies quickly, and lets her weary prisoners go; the fiercest agonies have shortest reign.

Alas! to seize the moment
When the heart inclines to heart,
And press a suit with passion,
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Alas! to seize the moment
When the heart inclines to heart,
And press a suit with passion,
Is not a woman's part.
If man come not to gather
The roses where they stand,
They fade among their foliage,
They cannot seek his hand.