William C. Bryant Quotes - Page 5

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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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• 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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• Lay down the axe; fling by the spade;
  Leave in its track the toiling plough;
  The rifle and the bayonet-blade
  For arms like yours were fitter now;
  And let the hands that ply the pen
  Quit the light task, and learn to wield
  The horseman's crooked brand, and rein
  The charger on the battle-field.

  William C. Bryant

  War, Light, Hands

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• Poetry is the eloquence of verse.

  William C. Bryant

  Poetry, Poetry Is, Eloquence

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• War, like all other situations of danger and of change, calls forth the exertion of admirable intellectual qualities and great virtues, and it is only by dwelling on these, and keeping out of sight the sufferings and sorrows, and all the crimes and evils that follow in its train, that it has its glory in the eyes of men.

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  War, Eye, Men

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• 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.

  William C. Bryant

  Death, Dream, Lying

  William Cullen Bryant, “Thanatopsis”

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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?

  William C. Bryant

  Sister, Flower, Light

  William Cullen Bryant, “The Death Of The Flowers”

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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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• 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.

  William C. Bryant

  Men, Silence, Sound

  William Cullen Bryant, “A Forest Hymn”

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

  William C. Bryant

  Roots, Fruit, Innocence

  William Cullen Bryant, “Mutation”

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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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• 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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• 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.

  William C. Bryant

  Art, Spring, Wind

  William Cullen Bryant, “March”

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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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• 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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• 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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• 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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• 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.

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  Summer, Keys, July

  William Cullen Bryant, “Among The Trees”

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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.

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  Dream, Lying, Sleep

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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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• Ah! never shall the land forget.

  William C. Bryant

  Memorial Day, Land, Forget

  William Cullen Bryant, “The Battle-Field”

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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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• 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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