Maxioms by William Cullen Bryant
And suns grow meek, and the meek suns grow brief,
And the year smiles as it draws near its read more
And suns grow meek, and the meek suns grow brief,
And the year smiles as it draws near its death.
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 rugged trees are mingling
Their flowery sprays in love;
The ivy climbs the laurel
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The rugged trees are mingling
Their flowery sprays in love;
The ivy climbs the laurel
To clasp the boughs above.
The melancholy days have come, the saddest of the year,
Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown read more
The melancholy days have come, the saddest of the year,
Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and sear.
The groves were God's first temple. Ere man learned
To hew the shaft, and lay the architrave,
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The groves were God's first temple. Ere man learned
To hew the shaft, and lay the architrave,
And spread the roof above them,--ere he framed
The lofty vault, to gather and roll back
The sound of anthems; in the darkling wood,
Amidst the cool and silence, he knelt down
And offered to the Mightiest solemn thanks
And supplication.