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“There is a day of sunny rest For every dark and troubled night; And grief may hide an evening guest, But joy shall come with early light.”

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William C. Bryant

William C. Bryant was an American poet, born on November 3, 1794, and died on June 12, 1878. His poetry is known for its concise language and profound emotional expression, which has had a profound impact on American literature. more

“The windflower and the violet, they perished long ago, And the brier-rose and the orchis died amid the summer glow; But on the hills the golden-rod, and the aster in the wood, And the yellow sunflower by the brook, in autumn beauty stood, Till fell the first from the clear cold heaven, as falls the plague on men, And the brightness of their smile was gone, from upland glade and glen.”

Men Firsts Long Fall Heaven Gone Clear Cold Summer Died Rose Woods Golden Hills Autumn Yellow Long Ago Violet Plague Brooks Brightness Sunflower Asters

Author:William C. Bryant

“Genius, with all its pride in its own strength, is but a dependent quality, and cannot put forth its whole powers nor claim all its honors without an amount of aid from the talents and labors of others which it is difficult to calculate.”

Whole Difficult Quality Talent Pride Amount Genius Honor Labor Claims Aids Dependent

Author:William C. Bryant

“Thou who wouldst see the lovely and the wild Mingled in harmony on Nature's face, Ascend our rocky mountains. Let thy foot Fail not with weariness, for on their tops The beauty and the majesty of earth, Spread wide beneath, shall make thee to forget The steep and toilsome way.”

Way Earth Faces Forget Failing Feet Mountain Harmony Spread Wide Lovely Thee Landscape Majesty Weariness Steep Rocky Mountain

Author:William C. Bryant

“The press, important as is its office, is but the servant of the human intellect, and its ministry is for good or for evil, according to the character of those who direct it. The press is a mill which 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.”

Humans Important Character Evil Office Direct Presses Intellect Newspapers Bread Servant Meals Grain Ministry Grind Mills

Author:William C. Bryant

“A silence, the brief Sabbath of an hour, Reigns o'er the fields; the laborer sits within His dwelling; he has left his steers awhile, Unyoked, to bite the herbage, and his dog Sleeps stretched beside the door-stone in the shade. Now the gray marmot, with uplifted paws, No more sits listening by his den, but steals Abroad, in safety, to the clover-field, And crops its juicy-blossoms.”

Left Hours Sleep Silence Doors Dog Fields Listening Stones Safety Stealing Gray Shade Bites Reign Crops Dwelling Steers Sabbath Laborers Paws Dens Juicy Clovers

Author:William C. Bryant

“Hark to that shrill, sudden shout, The cry of an applauding multitude, Swayed by some loud-voiced orator who wields The living mass as if he were its soul!”

Ifs Soul Cry Mass Loud Multitudes Orators Oratory

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