William Cullen Bryant Quotes
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Tender pauses speak The overflow of gladness, When words are all too weak.
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A sculptor wields The chisel, and the stricken marble grows To beauty.
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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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To him who in the love of Nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language.
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Poetry is the eloquence of verse.
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A herd of prairie-wolves will enter a field of melons and quarrel about the division of the spoils as fiercely and noisily as so many politicians.
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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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I hear the howl of the wind that brings The long drear storm on its heavy wings.
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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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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.
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There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way.
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Self-interest is the most ingenious and persuasive of all the agents that deceive our consciences, while by means of it our unhappy and stubborn prejudices operate in their greatest force.
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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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Virtue cannot dwell with slaves, nor reign O'er those who cower to take a tyrant's yoke.
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Still sweet with blossoms is the year's fresh prime.
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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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Autumn, the year's last, loveliest smile.
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The right to discuss freely and openly, by speech, by the pen, by the press, all political questions, and to examine the animadvert upon all political institutions is a right so clear and certain, so interwoven with our other liberties, so necessary, in fact, to their existence, that without it we must fall into despotism and anarchy.
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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.
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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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And suns grow meek, and the meek suns grow brief, and the year smiles as it draws near its death.
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Ah! never shall the land forget.
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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!
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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