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?
-- William Cullen Bryant (1794-1878)
-- The Ages, xxxiii
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?
-- William Cullen Bryant (1794-1878)
-- The Ages, xxxiii
Related:
- Truth crushed to earth shall rise again,--
The eternal years of God are he
But Error, wounded, writhes with pain, And dies among his worshippers.... - But 'neath yon crimson tree
Lover to listening maid might breathe his flame,
Nor mark, within its roseate canopy,
Her blush of maiden shame.
-- William Cullen Bryant (1794-1878) -- Autumn Wood... - Whose house is this? What street are we in? Why did you bring me here?
--William Cullen Bryant, poet, 1794-1878... - All that tread
The globe are but a handful to the tribes
That slumber in its bosom.
-- William Cullen Bryant (1794-1878) -- Thanatopsi... - 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
- To him who in the love of Nature holds
Communion with her visible forms, she speaks
A various language.
-- William Cullen Bryant (1794-1878) -- Thanatopsi... - The stormy March has come at last,
With winds and clouds and changing skie
I hear the rushing of the blast That through the snowy valley flies....
