William C. Bryant Quotes - Page 3

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• The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods and meadows brown and sear.

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  Fall, Sadness, Autumn

  William Cullen Bryant, “The Death Of The Flowers”

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• The air was fragrant with a thousand trodden aromatic herbs, with fields of lavender, and with the brightest roses blushing in tufts all over the meadows.

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  Flower, Air, Rose

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• The mighty Rain
  Holds the vast empire of the sky alone.

  William C. Bryant

  Rain, Sky, Empires

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• Flowers spring up unsown and die ungathered.

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  Spring, Flower, Dies

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• The blacks of this region are a cheerful, careless, dirty, race, not hard worked, and in many respects indulgently treated. It is of course the desire of the master that his slaves shall be laborious; on the other hand it is the determination of the slave to lead as easy a life as he can. The master has the power of punishment on his side; the slave, on his, has invincible inclination, and a thousand expedients learned by long practice... Good natured though imperfect and slovenly obedience on one side, is purchased by good treatment on the other.

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  Determination, Dirty, Hard Work

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• Stand here by my side and turn, I pray,
  On the lake below thy gentle eyes;
  The clouds hang over it, heavy and gray,
  And dark and silent the water lies;
  And out of that frozen mist the snow
  In wavering flakes begins to flow;
  Flake after flake,
  They sink in the dark and silent lake.

  William C. Bryant

  Lying, Eye, Dark

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• Genius, with all its pride in its own strength, is but a dependent quality, and cannot put forth its whole powers nor claim all its honors without an amount of aid from the talents and labors of others which it is difficult to calculate.

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  Pride, Honor, Quality

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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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• On my cornice linger the ripe black grapes ungathered;
  Children fill the groves with the echoes of their glee,
  Gathering tawny chestnuts, and shouting when beside them
  Drops the heavy fruit of the tall black-walnut tree.

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  Children, Echoes, Tree

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• Much has seen said of the wisdom of old age. Old age is wise, I grant, for itself, but not wise for the community. It is wise in declining new enterprises, for it has not the power nor the time to execute them; wise in shrinking from difficulty, for it has not the strength to overcome it; wise in avoiding danger, for it lacks the faculty of ready and swift action, by which dangers are parried and converted into advantages. But this is not wisdom for mankind at large, by whom new enterprises must be undertaken, dangers met, and difficulties surmounted.

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  Wise, Community, Age

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• And kind the voice and glad the eyes
  That welcome my return at night.

  William C. Bryant

  Eye, Night, Voice

  William Cullen Bryant, “The Hunter Of The Prairies”

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

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  Heart, Men, Maidens

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

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

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  Heart, Blossoming, Hours

  William Cullen Bryant, “To The Fringed Gentian”

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• Gently - so have good men taught -
  Gently, and without grief, the old shall glide
  Into the new; the eternal flow of things,
  Like a bright river of the fields of heaven,
  Shall journey onward in perpetual peace.

  William C. Bryant

  Death, Grief, Journey

  William Cullen Bryant, “From: An Evening Revery”

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• Poetry is that art which selects and arranges the symbols of thought in such a manner as to excite the imagination the most powerfully and delightfully.

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  Art, Imagination, Most Powerful

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• Or, bide thou where the poppy blows
  With windflowers fail and fair.

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  Blow, Poppies, Failing

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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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  Truth, Pain, Errors

  William Cullen Bryant, “The Battle-Field”

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• Features, the great soul's apparent seat.

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  Soul, Faces, Seats

  William Cullen Bryant, “The Past”

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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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• 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!

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  Lying, Dark, Lakes

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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 breath of springtime at this twilight hour
  Comes through the gathering glooms,
  And bears the stolen sweets of many a flower
  Into my silent rooms.

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  Sweet, Spring, Flower

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

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  Sea, Conflict, Remembered

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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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