William C. Bryant Quotes - Page 5

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• The linden, in the fervors of July,
  Hums with a louder concert. When the wind
  Sweeps the broad forest in its summer prime,
  As when some master-hand exulting sweeps
  The keys of some great organ, ye give forth
  The music of the woodland depths, a hymn
  Of gladness and of thanks.

  William C. Bryant

  Summer, Keys, July

  William Cullen Bryant, “Among The Trees”

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• Error's monstrous shapes from earth are driven
  They fade, they fly--but truth survives the flight.

  William C. Bryant

  Errors, Earth, Shapes

  William Cullen Bryant, “The Ages”

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• Ah! never shall the land forget.

  William C. Bryant

  Memorial Day, Land, Forget

  William Cullen Bryant, “The Battle-Field”

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• The rugged trees are mingling Their flowery sprays in love; The ivy climbs the laurel To clasp the boughs above.

  William C. Bryant

  Ivy, Tree, Mingling

  William Cullen Bryant, “The Serenade”

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• A stable, changeless state, 'twere cause indeed to weep.

  William C. Bryant

  Causes, States, Stable

  William Cullen Bryant, “Mutation”

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• Ah! never shall the land forget How gushed the life-blood of her brave -

  William C. Bryant

  Uplifting, Memorial Day, Blood

  William Cullen Bryant, “The Battle-Field”

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• Ye winds ye unseen currents of the air,
  Softly ye played a few brief hours ago;
  Ye bore the murmuring bee; ye tossed the air
  O'er maiden cheeks, that took a fresher glow;
  Ye rolled the round white cloud through depths of blue;
  Ye shook from shaded flowers the lingering dew;
  Before you the catalpa's blossoms flew,
  Light blossoms, dropping on the grass like snow.

  William C. Bryant

  Flower, Clouds, Light

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• Come when the rains
  Have glazed the snow and clothed the trees with ice,
  While the slant sun of February pours
  Into the bowers a flood of light. Approach!
  The incrusted surface shall upbear thy steps
  And the broad arching portals of the grove
  Welcome thy entering.

  William C. Bryant

  Rain, Light, Ice

  William Cullen Bryant, “A Winter Piece”

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• I hear the howl of the wind that brings
  The long drear storm on its heavy wings.

  William C. Bryant

  Wind, Wings, Long

  William Cullen Bryant, “Rizpah”

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• The 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

  Beautiful, Art, Perfect

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• Can anything be imagined more abhorrent to every sentiment of generosity and justice, than the law which arms the rich with the legal right to fix, by assize, the wages of the poor? If this is not slavery, we have forgotten its definition. Strike the right of associating for the sale of labor from the privileges of a freeman, and you may as well bind him to a master, or ascribe him to the soil.

  William C. Bryant

  Law, Justice, Generosity

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• Poetry is the eloquence of verse.

  William C. Bryant

  Poetry, Poetry Is, Eloquence

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• So they, who climb to wealth, forget
  The friends in darker fortunes tried.
  I copied them--but I regret
  That I should ape the ways of pride.

  William C. Bryant

  Regret, Pride, Way

  William Cullen Bryant, “The Yellow Violet”

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• All that tread, the globe are but a handful to the tribes, that slumber in its bosom.

  William C. Bryant

  Death, Dying, Slumber

  William Cullen Bryant, “Thanatopsis”

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• So live, that when thy summons comes to join, The innumerable caravan which moves, To that mysterious realm where each shall take, His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged by his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed, By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave, Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch, About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.

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  Dream, Lying, Moving

  "Thanatopsis". Poem by William C. Bryant, first published in "North American Review", September 1817.

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• Christ taught an astonishing thing about physical death: not merely that it is an experience robbed of its terror but that as an experience it does not exist at all. To "sleep in Christ," like one that wraps the drapery of his couch about him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.

  William C. Bryant

  Dream, Lying, Sleep

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• A melancholy sound is in the air,
  A deep sigh in the distance, a shrill wail
  Around my dwelling. 'Tis the Wind of night.

  William C. Bryant

  Distance, Night, Air

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• Thine eyes are springs in whose serene And silent waters heaven is seen. Their lashes are the herbs that look On their young figures in the brook.

  William C. Bryant

  Spring, Eye, Water

  William Cullen Bryant, “Oh Fairest Of The Rural Maids”

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• Truth crushed to earth shall rise again,- The eternal years of God are hers; But Error, wounded, writhes with pain, And dies among his worshippers.

  William C. Bryant

  Truth, Pain, Errors

  William Cullen Bryant, “The Battle-Field”

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• Hark to that shrill, sudden shout,
  The cry of an applauding multitude,
  Swayed by some loud-voiced orator who wields
  The living mass as if he were its soul!

  William C. Bryant

  Soul, Oratory, Cry

  William Cullen Bryant, “The Flood Of Years”

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• A silence, the brief Sabbath of an hour,
  Reigns o'er the fields; the laborer sits within
  His dwelling; he has left his steers awhile,
  Unyoked, to bite the herbage, and his dog
  Sleeps stretched beside the door-stone in the shade.
  Now the gray marmot, with uplifted paws,
  No more sits listening by his den, but steals
  Abroad, in safety, to the clover-field,
  And crops its juicy-blossoms.

  William C. Bryant

  Dog, Sleep, Doors

  William Cullen Bryant, “Noon”

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• Oh, river! darkling river! what a voice
  Is that thou utterest while all else is still--
  The ancient voice that, centuries ago,
  Sounded between thy hills, while Rome was yet
  A weedy solitude by Tiber's stream!

  William C. Bryant

  Rome, Voice, Rivers

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• Heed not the night;
  A summer lodge amid the wild is mine,
  'Tis shadowed by the tulip-tree,
  'Tis mantled by the vine.

  William C. Bryant

  Summer, Night, June

  William Cullen Bryant, “The Strange Lady”

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• Features, the great soul's apparent seat.

  William C. Bryant

  Soul, Faces, Seats

  William Cullen Bryant, “The Past”

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• The gay will laugh When thou art gone, the solemn brood of care Plod on, and each one as before will chase His favourite phantom; yet all these shall leave Their mirth and their employments, and shall come, And make their bed with thee.

  William C. Bryant

  Art, Gay, Laughing

  William Cullen Bryant, “Thanatopsis”

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