Quotes by : William Cullen Bryant

So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan which movesTo that mysterious realm....

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

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

Truth crushed to earth shall rise again.

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

Eloquence is the poetry of prose.

Can anything be imagined more abhorrent to every sentiment of generosity and justice, than the law which....

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