Maxioms by William Cullen Bryant
When April winds
Grew soft, the maple burst into a flush
Of scarlet flowers. The tulip tree, read more
When April winds
Grew soft, the maple burst into a flush
Of scarlet flowers. The tulip tree, high up,
Opened in airs of June her multiple
OF golden chalices to humming birds
And silken-wing'd insects of the sky.
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.
A sculptor wields
The chisel, and the stricken marble grows
To beauty.
A sculptor wields
The chisel, and the stricken marble grows
To beauty.
The February sunshine steeps your boughs
And tints the buds and swells the leaves within.
The February sunshine steeps your boughs
And tints the buds and swells the leaves within.
Loveliest of lovely things are they
On earth that soonest pass away.
The rose that lives its read more
Loveliest of lovely things are they
On earth that soonest pass away.
The rose that lives its little hour
Is prized beyond the sculptured flower.
