“Alas! to seize the moment When the heart inclines to heart, And press a suit with passion, Is not a woman's part. If man come not to gather The roses where they stand, They fade among their foliage, They cannot seek his hand.” IfsMenHeartMomentsHandsPassionPressesRoseSuitsFadesAlasInclineWooingFoliageSeize The Moment Author:William C. Bryant
“Ah, why Should we, in the world's riper years, neglect God's ancient sanctuaries, and adore Only among the crowd and under roofs That our frail hands have raised?” WorldShouldYearsHandsWorshipRaisedAncientCrowdsNeglectRoofAdoreSanctuaryFrail Author:William C. Bryant
“Father, thy hand Hath reared these venerable columns, thou Didst weave this verdant roof. Thou didst look down Upon the naked earth, and, forthwith, rose All these fair ranks of trees. They, in thy sun, Budded, and shook their green leaves in thy breeze, And shot towards heaven.” LooksHandsEarthFatherHeavenSunTreeShotsFairsGreenRoseNakedRoofBreezeColumnsGreen Leaves Author:William C. Bryant
“Lay down the axe; fling by the spade; Leave in its track the toiling plough; The rifle and the bayonet-blade For arms like yours were fitter now; And let the hands that ply the pen Quit the light task, and learn to wield The horseman's crooked brand, and rein The charger on the battle-field.” WarHandsLightFieldsLike YouArmsBattleTasksLaysTrackQuittingBrandsPensBladesCrookedRiflesReinsFlingSpadesBayonetsHorsemenToilingPlies Author:William C. Bryant
“I gazed upon the glorious sky And the green mountains round, And thought that when I came to lie At rest within the ground, 'Twere pleasant, that in flowery June When brooks send up a cheerful tune, And groves a joyous sound, The sexton's hand, my grave to make, The rich, green mountain-turf should break.” ShouldHandsLyingSoundBreakRichSkyMountainSpringGreenRoundsGravesPleasantGloriousTunesCheerfulJuneJoyousBrooksGroveTurf Author:William C. Bryant
“The linden, in the fervors of July, Hums with a louder concert. When the wind Sweeps the broad forest in its summer prime, As when some master-hand exulting sweeps The keys of some great organ, ye give forth The music of the woodland depths, a hymn Of gladness and of thanks.” GivingHandsWindMastersKeysSummerDepthForestsThanksPrimeBroadsConcertsOrgansJulyHymnsGladnessFervorWoodland Author:William C. Bryant
“The blacks of this region are a cheerful, careless, dirty, race, not hard worked, and in many respects indulgently treated. It is of course the desire of the master that his slaves shall be laborious; on the other hand it is the determination of the slave to lead as easy a life as he can. The master has the power of punishment on his side; the slave, on his, has invincible inclination, and a thousand expedients learned by long practice... Good natured though imperfect and slovenly obedience on one side, is purchased by good treatment on the other.” LongHardHandsDesireCoursesEasySidesRacePracticeMastersHard WorkThousandDeterminationSlaverySlavePunishmentTreatedObedienceDirtyTreatmentRegionsImperfectCheerfulInclinationCarelessInvincibleGood Nature Author:William C. Bryant
