"Whose house is this? What street are we in? Why did you bring me here?"
--William Cullen Bryant, poet, 1794-1878
--William Cullen Bryant, poet, 1794-1878
Related:
- Weep not that the world changes -- did it keep a stable,
changeless state, it were cause indeed to weep. -... - Old ocean's gray and melancholy waste.
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William Cullen Bryant (1794-1878) --... - The hills,
Rock-ribbed, and ancient as the sun.
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William Cullen Bryant (1794-1878) --... - The victory of endurance born.
-- William Cullen Bryant (1794-1878)
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The Battle... - Here the free spirit of mankind, at length,
Throws its last fetters off;
and who shall place A limit to the giant's unchained... - 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 groves were God's first temples.
-- William Cullen Bryant (1794-1878)
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A Forest... - All that tread
The globe are but a handful to the tribes
That slumber in its bosom.
William Cullen Bryant (1794-1878) --...
