Quotes by William Cullen Bryant

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

“So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan which movesTo that mysterious realm where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry...”

“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 ...”

“The melancholy days have come the saddest of the year Of wailing winds and naked woods and meadows brown and sear.”

“Weep not that the world changes- did it keep a stable changeless state it were a cause indeed to weep.”

“Eloquence is the poetry of prose.”

“To him who in the love of Nature holds Communion with her visible forms she speaks A various language.”

“Truth crushed to earth shall rise again.”

“The melancholy days have come the saddest of the year Of wailing winds and naked woods and meadows brown and sear.”

“Weep not that the world changes- did it keep a stable changeless state it were a cause indeed to weep.”

“To him who in the love of Nature holds Communion with her visible forms she speaks A various language.”

“All things that are on earth shall wholly pass away,Except the love of God, which shall live and last for aye.”

“There is a day of sunny restFor every dark and troubled night;And a grief may bid, and evening guest,Bot joy shall come with early light”

“Vainly the fowler's eyeMight mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong,As, darkly painted on the crimson sky,Thy figure floats along.”

“He who, from zone to zone,Guides through the boundless sky thy certain flight,In the long way that I must tread alone,Will lead my steps aright.”

“Thine eyes are springs in whose sereneAnd silent waters heaven is seen;Their lashes are the herbs that lookOn their young figures in the brook.”

“Here the free spirit of mankind, at length,Throws its last fetters off; and who shall placeA limit to the giant's unchained strength,Or curb his swiftness in the forward race!”

“Oh, sun! that o'er the western mountains nowGoest down in glory! ever beautifulAnd blessed is thy radiance, whether thouColourest the eastern heaven and night-mist cool,Till the bright day-star van...”

“The little wind-flower, whose just opened eyeIs blue as the spring heaven it gazes at.”

“The groves were God's first temples.”