William Cullen Bryant

1794 - 1878

A Quote by William Cullen Bryant on glory

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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 Cullen Bryant (1794 - 1878)

Source: Autumn Woods

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A Quote by William Cullen Bryant

All that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom.

William Cullen Bryant (1794 - 1878)

Source: Thanatopsis

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A Quote by William Cullen Bryant on earth and life

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Loveliest of lovely things are they On earth that soonest pass away. The rose that lives its little hour Is prized beyond the sculptured flower.

William Cullen Bryant (1794 - 1878)

Source: A Scene on the Banks of the Hudson.

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A Quote by William Cullen Bryant on melancholy

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

William Cullen Bryant (1794 - 1878)

Source: The Death of the Flowers.

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A Quote by William Cullen Bryant on nature

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Go forth under the open sky, and list To Nature's teachings.

William Cullen Bryant (1794 - 1878)

Source: Thanatopsis

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A Quote by William Cullen Bryant on blush, listening, and shame

But 'neath yon crimson tree Lover to listening maid might breathe his flame, Nor mark, within its roseate canopy, Her blush of maiden shame.

William Cullen Bryant (1794 - 1878)

Source: Autumn Woods.

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A Quote by William Cullen Bryant on melancholy

Old ocean's gray and melancholy waste.

William Cullen Bryant (1794 - 1878)

Source: Thanatopsis

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A Quote by William Cullen Bryant on pain

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Pain dies quickly, and lets her weary prisoners go; the fiercest agonies have shortest reign.

William Cullen Bryant (1794 - 1878)

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A Quote by William Cullen Bryant

And sighs to find them in the wood and by the stream no more.

William Cullen Bryant (1794 - 1878)

Source: The Death of the Flowers.

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A Quote by William Cullen Bryant

The stormy March has come at last, With winds and clouds and changing skies; I hear the rushing of the blast That through the snowy valley flies.

William Cullen Bryant (1794 - 1878)

Source: March.

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