William Cullen Bryant ( 10 of 52 )
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
Come when the rains
Have glazed the snow and clothed the trees with ice,
While the slant read more
Come when the rains
Have glazed the snow and clothed the trees with ice,
While the slant sun of February pours
Into the bowers a flood of light. Approach!
The incrusted surface shall upbear thy steps
And the broad arching portals of the grove
Welcome thy entering.
And at my silent window-sill
The jessamine peeps in.
And at my silent window-sill
The jessamine peeps in.
Wild was the day; the wintry sea
Moaned sadly on New England's strand,
When first the thoughtful read more
Wild was the day; the wintry sea
Moaned sadly on New England's strand,
When first the thoughtful and the free,
Our fathers, trod the desert land.
Pleasantly, between the pelting showers, the sunshine gushes
down.
Pleasantly, between the pelting showers, the sunshine gushes
down.
Thou blossom! bright with autumn dew,
And colour's with the heaven's own blue,
That openest when the read more
Thou blossom! bright with autumn dew,
And colour's with the heaven's own blue,
That openest when the quiet light
Succeeds the keen and frosty night.
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.
Alas! to seize the moment
When the heart inclines to heart,
And press a suit with passion,
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Alas! to seize the moment
When the heart inclines to heart,
And press a suit with passion,
Is not a woman's part.
If man come not to gather
The roses where they stand,
They fade among their foliage,
They cannot seek his hand.
