Books by William Cullen Bryant
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Quotes by William Cullen Bryant
These are the gardens of the Desert, these The unshorn fields, boundless and beautiful, For which the speech of England has no name— The Prairies. |
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The groves were God's first temples. |
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The little wind-flower, whose just opened eye Is blue as the spring heaven it gazes at. |
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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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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. |
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The south wind searches for the flowers whose fragrance late he bore, And sighs to find them in the wood and by the stream no more. |
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And the blue gentian flower, that, in the breeze, Nods lonely, of her beauteous race the last. |
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Thou unrelenting Past! Strong are the barriers round thy dark domain, And fetters, sure and fast, Hold all that enter thy unbreathing reign. |
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Loveliest of lovely things are they, On earth, that soonest pass away. The rose that lives its little hour Is prized beyond the sculptured flower. |
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They talk of short-lived pleasures—be it so— pain dies as quickly: stern, hard-featured pain Expires, and lets her weary prisoner go. The fiercest agonies have shortest reign; And after dreams of horror, comes again The welcome morning with its rays of peace. |
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Weep not that the world changes—did it keep A stable, changeless state, 'twere cause indeed to weep. |
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The rugged trees are mingling Their flowery sprays in love; The ivy climbs the laurel To clasp the boughs above. |
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The victory of endurance born. |
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And suns grow meek, and the meek suns grow brief, And the year smiles as it draws near its death. |
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The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and sere. |
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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. |
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Oh, sun! that o'er the western mountains now Goest down in glory! ever beautiful And blessed is thy radiance, whether thou Colourest the eastern heaven and night-mist cool, Till the bright day-star vanish, or on high Climbest and streamest thy white splendours from mid-sky. |
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Ah, why Should we, in the world's riper years, neglect God's ancient sanctuaries, and adore Only among the crowd and under roofs That our frail hands have raised? |
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Remorse is virtue's root; its fair increase Are fruits of innocence and blessedness. |
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Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along. |
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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. |
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Wild was the day; the wintry sea Moaned sadly on New England's strand, When first the thoughtful and the free, Our fathers, trod the desert land. |
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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. |
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Glorious are the woods in their latest gold and crimson, Yet our full-leaved willows are in the freshest green. Such a kindly autumn, so mercifully dealing With the growths of summer, I never yet have seen. |
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Maidens hearts are always soft: Would that men's were truer! |
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Here the free spirit of mankind, at length, Throws its last fetters off; and who shall place A limit to the giant's unchained strength, Or curb his swiftness in the forward race! |
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The summer morn is bright and fresh, the birds are darting by, As if they loved to breast the breeze that sweeps the cool clear sky. |
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He who, from zone to zone, Guides through the boundless sky thy certain flight, In the long way that I must tread alone, Will lead my steps aright. |
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William Cullen Bryant A Discourse on the Life Character and Writings of Gulian Crommelin Verplanck
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William Cullen Bryant Letters of a Traveller Notes of Things Seen in Europe and America
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