And we wept that one so lovely should have a life so brief;

William Cullen Bryant

Mots clés death mourning bereavement



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

William Cullen Bryant


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The sounds I had heard seemed worthy to mingle with this bright and perfumed atmosphere, and to thrill the beautiful scenery around me.

William Cullen Bryant


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So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan which moves
To that mysterious realm where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night,Scourged to his dungeon; but, sustain'd and soothed
By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave,Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams."
Thanatopsis

William Cullen Bryant

Mots clés poetry



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Can anything be imagined more abhorrent to every sentiment of generosity and justice, than the law which arms the rich with the legal right to fix, by assize, the wages of the poor? If this is not slavery, we have forgotten its definition. Strike the right of associating for the sale of labor from the privileges of a freeman, and you may as well bind him to a master, or ascribe him to the soil.

William Cullen Bryant

Mots clés justice capitalism labor rights unions



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

William Cullen Bryant

Mots clés death



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Truth crushed to earth shall rise again.

William Cullen Bryant


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Thou shalt lie down
With patriarchs of the infant world,—with kings,
The powerful of the earth,—the wise, the good, 35
Fair forms, and hoary seers of ages past,
All in one mighty sepulchre. The hills
Rock-ribbed and ancient as the sun; the vales
Stretching in pensive quietness between;
The venerable woods—rivers that move 40
In majesty, and the complaining brooks
That make the meadows green; and, poured round all,
Old Ocean's gray and melancholy waste,—
Are but the solemn decorations all
Of the great tomb of man!

William Cullen Bryant


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