William C. Bryant Quotes - Page 4

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• When April winds
  Grew soft, the maple burst into a flush
  Of scarlet flowers. The tulip tree, high up,
  Opened in airs of June her multitude
  Of golden chalices to humming-birds
  And silken-wing'd insects of the sky.

  William C. Bryant

  Flower, June, Air

  "The Fountain". Poem by William C. Bryant, 1839.

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• The summer day is closed - the sun is set:
  Well they have done their office, those bright hours,
  The latest of whose train goes softly out
  In the red west. The green blade of the ground
  Has risen, and herds have cropped it; the young twig
  Has spread its plaited tissues to the sun;
  Flowers of the garden and the waste have blown
  And withered; seeds have fallen upon the soil,
  From bursting cells, and in their graves await
  Their resurrection. Insects from the pools
  Have filled the air awhile with humming wings,
  That now are still for ever; painted moths
  Have wandered the blue sky, and died again

  William C. Bryant

  Summer, Flower, Garden

  William Cullen Bryant, “From: An Evening Revery”

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• Your peaks are beautiful, ye Apennines!
  In the soft light of these serenest skies;
  From the broad highland region, black with pines,
  Fair as the hills of Paradise they rise,
  Bathed in the tint Peruvian slaves behold
  In rosy flushes on the virgin gold.

  William C. Bryant

  Beautiful, Light, Sky

  William Cullen Bryant, “To The Apennines”

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• Still sweet with blossoms is the year's fresh prime.

  William C. Bryant

  Sweet, Spring, Years

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• Maidens hearts are always soft: Would that men's were truer!

  William C. Bryant

  Heart, Men, Maidens

  "Song: Dost Thou Idly Ask To Hear". Poem by William C. Bryant, 1832.

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• Ere, in the northern gale,
  The summer tresses of the trees are gone,
  The woods of Autumn, all around our vale,
  Have put their glory on.

  William C. Bryant

  Summer, Fall, Autumn

  William Cullen Bryant, “Autumn Woods”

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• I shall seeThe hour of death draw near to me,Hope, blossoming within my heart. . . .

  William C. Bryant

  Heart, Blossoming, Hours

  William Cullen Bryant, “To The Fringed Gentian”

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• It is a sultry day; the sun has drunk
  The dew that lay upon the morning grass;
  There is no rustling in the lofty elm
  That canopies my dwelling, and its shade
  Scarce cools me. All is silent, save the faint
  And interrupted murmur of the bee,
  Settling on the sick flowers,
  And then again Instantly on the wing.

  William C. Bryant

  Summer, Morning, Flower

  William Cullen Bryant, “Summer Wind”

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• God hath yoked to guilt her pale tormentor,--misery.

  William C. Bryant

  Guilt, Misery, Pale

  William Cullen Bryant, “Inscription For The Entrance To A Wood”

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• On rolls the stream with a perpetual sigh;
  The rocks moan wildly as it passes by;
  Hyssop and wormwood border all the strand,
  And not a flower adorns the dreary land.

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  Flower, Rocks, Land

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• The victory of endurance born.

  William C. Bryant

  Victory, Endurance, Born

  William Cullen Bryant, “The Battle-Field”

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• There is a Power whose care
  Teaches thy way.

  William C. Bryant

  Care, Way, Providence

  William Cullen Bryant, “To A Waterfowl”

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• Oh, Constellations of the early night
  That sparkled brighter as the twilight died,
  And made the darkness glorious! I have seen
  Your rays grow dim upon the horizon's edge
  And sink behind the mountains. I have seen
  The great Orion, with his jewelled belt,
  That large-limbed warrior of the skies, go down
  Into the gloom. Beside him sank a crowd
  Of shining ones.

  William C. Bryant

  Stars, Twilight, Warrior

  William Cullen Bryant, “The Constellations”

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• He [William Henry Harrison] did not live long enough to prove his incapacity for the office of President.

  William C. Bryant

  Long, Office, President

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• Ah, passing few are they who speak,
  Wild, stormy month! in praise of thee;
  Yet though thy winds are loud and bleak,
  Thou art a welcome month to me.
  For thou, to northern lands, again
  The glad and glorious sun dost bring,
  And thou hast joined the gentle train
  And wear'st the gentle name of Spring.

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  Art, Spring, Wind

  William Cullen Bryant, “March”

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• These struggling tides of life that seem In wayward, aimless course to tend, Are eddies of the mighty stream That rolls to its appointed end.

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  Struggle, Fate, Aimless Life

  William Cullen Bryant, “The Crowded Street”

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• Ah, never shall the land forget
  How gush'd the life-blood of the brave,
  Gush'd warm with hope and courage yet,
  Upon the soil they fought to save!

  William C. Bryant

  Courage, Blood, Land

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• Yet will that beauteous image make The dreary sea less drear And thy remembered smile will wake The hope that tramples fear

  William C. Bryant

  Sea, Conflict, Remembered

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• Where are the flowers, the fair young flowers, that lately sprang and stood
  In brighter light and softer airs, a beauteous sisterhood?

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  Sister, Flower, Light

  William Cullen Bryant, “The Death Of The Flowers”

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• Remorse is virtue's root; its fair increase is fruits of innocence and blessedness.

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  Roots, Fruit, Innocence

  William Cullen Bryant, “Mutation”

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• Old ocean's gray and melancholy waste.

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  Ocean, Waste, Melancholy

  William Cullen Bryant, “Thanatopsis”

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• The groves were God's first temple. Ere man learned To hew the shaft, and lay the architrave, And spread the roof above them,--ere he framed The lofty vault, to gather and roll back The sound of anthems; in the darkling wood, Amidst the cool and silence, he knelt down And offered to the Mightiest solemn thanks And supplication.

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  Men, Silence, Sound

  William Cullen Bryant, “A Forest Hymn”

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• The sad and solemn night hath yet her multitude of cheerful fires;
  The glorious host of light walk the dark hemisphere till she retires;
  All through her silent watches, gliding slow,
  Her constellations come, and climb the heavens, and go.

  William C. Bryant

  Stars, Dark, Night

  William Cullen Bryant, “Hymn To The North Star”

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• And at my silent window-sill The jessamine peeps in.

  William C. Bryant

  Window, Silent

  William Cullen Bryant, “The Hunter's Serenade”

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• That make the meadows green; and, poured round all, Old Ocean's gray and melancholy waste,-- Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man.

  William C. Bryant

  Ocean, Men, Green

  William Cullen Bryant, “Thanatopsis”

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