Related:

• Weep not that the world changes -- did it keep a stable, changeless state, it were cause indeed to weep.
  -- William Cullen Bryant (1794-1878)...
• Old ocean's gray and melancholy waste. -- William Cullen Bryant (1794-1878) -- Thanatopsi
• The hills, Rock-ribbed, and ancient as the sun.
  -- William Cullen Bryant (1794-1878) -- Thanatopsi...
• The victory of endurance born. -- William Cullen Bryant (1794-1878) -- The Battle-Field
• Here the free spirit of mankind, at length, Throws its last fetters off
  and who shall place A limit to the giant's unchained strength, Or curb his swiftness in the forward race?...
• Been through hell? What did you bring back for me?
• And sighs to find them in the wood and by the stream no more.
  -- William Cullen Bryant (1794-1878) -- The Death of the Flowe...
• The groves were God's first temples. -- William Cullen Bryant (1794-1878) -- A Forest Hym
• All that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom.
  -- William Cullen Bryant (1794-1878) -- Thanatopsi...