Bear Bryant ( 6 of 6 )
There's no substitute for guts.
There's no substitute for guts.
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.
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.
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 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.
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.
