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John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.

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William Cullen Bryant. (1794–1878) (continued)
 
5906
    The groves were God’s first temples.
          A Forest Hymn.
5907
    The stormy March has come at last,
  With winds and clouds and changing skies;
I hear the rushing of the blast
  That through the snowy valley flies.
          March.
5908
      But ’neath yon crimson tree
Lover to listening maid might breathe his flame,
Nor mark, within its roseate canopy,
  Her blush of maiden shame.
          Autumn Woods.
5909
    The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year,
Of wailing winds and naked woods and meadows brown and sear.
          The Death of the Flowers.
5910
    And sighs to find them in the wood and by the stream no more.
          The Death of the Flowers.
5911
    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.
          A Scene on the Banks of the Hudson.
5912
    The victory of endurance born.
          The Battle-Field.
5913
    Truth crushed to earth shall rise again,—
  The eternal years of God are hers;
But Error, wounded, writhes with pain,
  And dies among his worshippers.
          The Battle-Field.
 
Joseph Rodman Drake. (1795–1820)
 
5914
    When Freedom from her mountain-height
  Unfurled her standard to the air,
She tore the azure robe of night,
  And set the stars of glory there.
She mingled with its gorgeous dyes
The milky baldric of the skies,