Maxioms by 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
Here the free spirit of mankind, at length,
Throws its last fetters off; and who shall place
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Here the free spirit of mankind, at length,
Throws its last fetters off; and who shall place
A limit to the giant's unchained strength,
Or curb his swiftness in the forward race?
Wind of the sunny south! oh, still delay
In the gay woods and in the golden air,
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Wind of the sunny south! oh, still delay
In the gay woods and in the golden air,
Like to a good old age released from care,
Journeying, in long serenity, away.
In such a bright, late quiet, would that I
Might wear out life like thee, mid bowers and brooks,
And, dearer yet, the sunshine of kind looks,
And music of kind voices ever nigh;
And when my last sand twinkled in the glass,
Pass silently from men as thou dost pass.
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.
Weep not that the world changes--did it keep
A stable, changeless state, it were cause indeed to weep.
Weep not that the world changes--did it keep
A stable, changeless state, it were cause indeed to weep.
