Maxioms by William Cullen Bryant
And at my silent window-sill
The jessamine peeps in.
And at my silent window-sill
The jessamine peeps in.
The moon is at her full, and riding high,
Floods the calm fields with light.
The airs read more
The moon is at her full, and riding high,
Floods the calm fields with light.
The airs that hover in the summer sky
Are all asleep to-night.
Truth gets well if she is run over by a locomotive, while error dies of lockjaw if she scratches her read more
Truth gets well if she is run over by a locomotive, while error dies of lockjaw if she scratches her finger.
Where fall the tears of love the rose appears,
And where the ground is bright with friendship's tears,
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Where fall the tears of love the rose appears,
And where the ground is bright with friendship's tears,
Forget-me-not, and violets, heavenly blue,
Spring glittering with the cheerful drops like dew.
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
