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• It is said to be the manner of hypochondriacs to change often their physician.

  William C. Bryant

  Physicians, Medical, Said

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• Showers and sunshine bring,
  Slowly, the deepening verdure o'er the earth;
  To put their foliage out, the woods are slack,
  And one by one the singing-birds come back.

  William C. Bryant

  Spring, Sunshine, Bird

  William Cullen Bryant, “Spring In Town”

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• Beautiful isles! beneath the sunset skies tall, silver-shafted palm-trees rise, between full orange-trees that shade the living colonade.

  William C. Bryant

  Beautiful, Sunset, Orange Trees

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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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• 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.

  William C. Bryant

  Summer, Autumn, Growth

  "Thirty Poems" by William C. Bryant, Appleton, New York, (pp. 112-115), 1864.

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• There is no glory in star or blossom till looked upon by a loving eye; There is no fragrance in April breezes till breathed with joy as they wander by.

  William C. Bryant

  Stars, Eye, Joy

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• Truth, crushed to earth, shall rise again.

  William C. Bryant

  Wisdom, Truth, Honesty

  William Cullen Bryant, “The Battle-Field”

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• [Thanatopsis] was written in 1817, when Bryant was 23. Had he died then, the world would have thought it had lost a great poet. But he lived on.

  William C. Bryant

  World, Poet, Lost

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• The gentle race of flowers
  Are lying in their lowly beds.

  William C. Bryant

  Lying, Flower, Race

  William Cullen Bryant, “The Death Of The Flowers”

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• Do not the bright June roses blow
  To meet thy kiss at morning hours?

  William C. Bryant

  Morning, Kissing, Blow

  William Cullen Bryant, “The West Wind”

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• Father, thy hand
  Hath reared these venerable columns, thou
  Didst weave this verdant roof. Thou didst look down
  Upon the naked earth, and, forthwith, rose
  All these fair ranks of trees. They, in thy sun,
  Budded, and shook their green leaves in thy breeze,
  And shot towards heaven.

  William C. Bryant

  Father, Hands, Rose

  William Cullen Bryant, “A Forest Hymn”

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• And the blue gentian-flower, that, in the breeze, Nods lonely, of her beauteous race the last.

  William C. Bryant

  Lonely, Flower, Race

  William Cullen Bryant, “November”

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• A sculptor wields The chisel, and the stricken marble grows To beauty.

  William C. Bryant

  Sculpture, Grows, Marble

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• The country ever has a lagging Spring,
  Waiting for May to call its violets forth,
  And June its roses-showers and sunshine bring,
  Slowly, the deepening verdure o'er the earth;
  To put their foliage out, the woods are slack,
  And one by one the singing-birds come back.
  
  Within the city's bounds the time of flowers
  Comes earlier. Let a mild and sunny day,
  Such as full often, for a few bright hours,
  Breathes through the sky of March the airs of May,
  Shine on our roofs and chase the wintry gloom-
  And lo! our borders glow with sudden bloom.

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  Country, Spring, Flower

  William Cullen Bryant, “Spring In Town”

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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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  Summer, Sky, June

  William Cullen Bryant, “The Strange Lady”

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• The hushed winds their Sabbath keep.

  William C. Bryant

  Wind, Sabbath

  William Cullen Bryant, “A Summer Ramble”

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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

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  Summer, Flower, Garden

  William Cullen Bryant, “From: An Evening Revery”

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• Truth gets well if she is run over by a locomotive, while error dies of lockjaw if she scratches her finger.

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  Funny, Running, Truth

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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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• 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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• 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.

  William C. Bryant

  Flower, Rocks, Land

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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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• The victory of endurance born.

  William C. Bryant

  Victory, Endurance, Born

  William Cullen Bryant, “The Battle-Field”

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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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