Beautiful isles! beneath the sunset skies tall, silver-shafted palm-trees rise, between full orange-trees that shade the living colonade.
William C. BryantThese struggling tides of life that seem In wayward, aimless course to tend, Are eddies of the mighty stream That rolls to its appointed end.
William C. BryantPain dies quickly, and lets her weary prisoners go; the fiercest agonies have shortest reign.
William C. Bryant