William Cullen Bryant Quotes

Truth crushed to earth shall rise again.

Eloquence is the poetry of prose.

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

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

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.

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-slave at night,Scourged to his dungeon; but, sustain'd 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."Thanatopsis

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