William Cullen Bryant was an American romantic poet, journalist, and long-time editor of the New York Evening Post.
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“The groves were God's first temples.”
William Cullen Bryant
“Loveliest of lovely things are they, On earth, that soonest pass away”
“The horrid tale of perjury and strife,Murder and spoil, which men call history.”
“Another hand thy sword shall wield,Another hand the standard wave,Till from the trumpet's mouth is pealedThe blast of triumph o'er thy grave.”
“Ah! never shall the land forgetHow gushed the life-blood of her brave --Gushed, warm with hope and courage yet,Upon the soil they fought to save.”
“The press is a mill that grinds all that is put into its hopper. Fill the hopper with poisoned grain and it will grind it to meal, but there is death in the bread.”
“The words of fire that from his penWere flung upon the fervid page,Still move, still shake the hearts of men,Amid a cold and coward age.”
“To me it seems that one of the most important requisites for a great poet is a luminous style. The elements of poetry lie in natural objects, in the vicissitudes of human life, in the emotions of the human heart, and the relations of man to man.”
“There is a power whose careTeaches thy way along that pathless coast, --”
“Truth, crushed to earth, shall rise again;Th' eternal years of God are hers;But Error, wounded, writhes in pain,And dies among his worshippers.”