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“Your peaks are beautiful, ye Apennines! In the soft light of these serenest skies; From the broad highland region, black with pines, Fair as the hills of Paradise they rise, Bathed in the tint Peruvian slaves behold In rosy flushes on the virgin gold.”

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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

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