Bear Bryant ( 6 of 6 )
The sweet calm sunshine of October, now
Warms the low spot; upon its grassy mould
The purple read more
The sweet calm sunshine of October, now
Warms the low spot; upon its grassy mould
The purple oak-leaf falls; the birchen bough
Drops its bright spoil like arrow-heads of gold.
Truth crushed to earth shall rise again:
Th' eternal years of God are hers;
But Error, wounded, read more
Truth crushed to earth shall rise again:
Th' eternal years of God are hers;
But Error, wounded, writhes in pain,
And dies among his worshippers.
There's no substitute for guts.
There's no substitute for guts.
In a crisis, don't hide behind anything or anybody. They're going to find you anyway.
In a crisis, don't hide behind anything or anybody. They're going to find you anyway.
The faint old man shall lean his silver head
To feel thee; thou shalt kiss the child asleep,
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The faint old man shall lean his silver head
To feel thee; thou shalt kiss the child asleep,
And dry the moistened curls that overspread
His temples, while his breathing grows more deep.
The summer day is closed, the sun is set:
Well they have done their office, those bright hours,
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The summer day is closed, the sun is set:
Well they have done their office, those bright hours,
The latest of whose train goes softly out
In the red west.
