Pain dies quickly, and lets her weary prisoners go; the fiercest agonies have shortest reign.
William C. BryantThe air was fragrant with a thousand trodden aromatic herbs, with fields of lavender, and with the brightest roses blushing in tufts all over the meadows.
William C. BryantThe birch-bark canoe of the savage seems to me one of the most beautiful and perfect things of the kind constructed by human art.
William C. Bryant