William C. Bryant Quotes - Page 6

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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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• I gazed upon the glorious sky
  And the green mountains round,
  And thought that when I came to lie
  At rest within the ground,
  'Twere pleasant, that in flowery June
  When brooks send up a cheerful tune,
  And groves a joyous sound,
  The sexton's hand, my grave to make,
  The rich, green mountain-turf should break.

  William C. Bryant

  Spring, Lying, June

  William Cullen Bryant, “June”

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

  William C. Bryant

  Causes, States, Stable

  William Cullen Bryant, “Mutation”

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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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• 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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