William C. Bryant Quotes: And the blue gentian-flower, that, in the breeze, Nods lonely, of her beauteous race the last. ...

And the blue gentian-flower, that, in the breeze, Nods lonely, of her beauteous race the last. (William C. Bryant)

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William C. Bryant Quotes: And the blue gentian-flower, that, in the breeze, Nods lonely, of her beauteous race the last.

William C. Bryant Quotes: And the blue gentian-flower, that, in the breeze, Nods lonely, of her beauteous race the last.

William C. Bryant Quotes: And the blue gentian-flower, that, in the breeze, Nods lonely, of her beauteous race the last.

William C. Bryant Quotes: And the blue gentian-flower, that, in the breeze, Nods lonely, of her beauteous race the last.

William C. Bryant Quotes: And the blue gentian-flower, that, in the breeze, Nods lonely, of her beauteous race the last.

William C. Bryant Quotes: And the blue gentian-flower, that, in the breeze, Nods lonely, of her beauteous race the last.

William C. Bryant Quotes: And the blue gentian-flower, that, in the breeze, Nods lonely, of her beauteous race the last.

William C. Bryant Quotes: And the blue gentian-flower, that, in the breeze, Nods lonely, of her beauteous race the last.

William C. Bryant Quotes: And the blue gentian-flower, that, in the breeze, Nods lonely, of her beauteous race the last.

William C. Bryant Quotes: And the blue gentian-flower, that, in the breeze, Nods lonely, of her beauteous race the last.

William C. Bryant Quotes: And the blue gentian-flower, that, in the breeze, Nods lonely, of her beauteous race the last.

William C. Bryant Quotes: And the blue gentian-flower, that, in the breeze, Nods lonely, of her beauteous race the last.

William C. Bryant Quotes: And the blue gentian-flower, that, in the breeze, Nods lonely, of her beauteous race the last.

William C. Bryant Quotes: And the blue gentian-flower, that, in the breeze, Nods lonely, of her beauteous race the last.

William C. Bryant Quotes: And the blue gentian-flower, that, in the breeze, Nods lonely, of her beauteous race the last.