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“Lo! while we are gazing, in swifter haste Stream down the snows, till the air is white, As, myriads by myriads madly chased, They fling themselves from their shadowy height. The fair, frail creatures of middle sky, What speed they make, with their grave so nigh; Flake after flake, To lie in the dark and silent lake!”

Quote by William C. Bryant

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William C. Bryant
William C. Bryant

William C. Bryant was an American poet, born on November 3, 1794, and died on June 12, 1878. His poetry is known for its concise language and profound emotional expression, which has had a profound impact on American literature. more

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