John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
William Cullen Bryant. (17941878)
Here the free spirit of mankind, at length, Throws its last fetters off; and who shall place A limit to the giants unchained strength, Or curb his swiftness in the forward race?
The Ages. xxxiii. 2
To him who in the love of Nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language.
Go forth under the open sky, and list To Natures teachings.
The hills, Rock-ribbed, and ancient as the sun.
Old oceans gray and melancholy waste.
All that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom.
So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan which moves 1 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 sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave Like one that wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
The groves were Gods first temples.
A Forest Hymn. 9
The stormy March has come at last, With winds and clouds and changing skies; I hear the rushing of the blast That through the snowy valley flies.
But neath yon crimson tree Lover to listening maid might breathe his flame, Nor mark, within its roseate canopy, Her blush of maiden shame.
The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds and naked woods and meadows brown and sear.
The Death of the Flowers. 12
And sighs to find them in the wood and by the stream no more.
The Death of the Flowers. 13
Loveliest of lovely things are they On earth that soonest pass away. The rose that lives its little hour Is prized beyond the sculptured flower.
A Scene on the Banks of the Hudson. 14
The victory of endurance born.
The Battle-Field. 15
Truth crushed to earth shall rise again, The eternal years of God are hers; But Error, wounded, writhes with pain, And dies among his worshippers.
Note 1. The edition of 1821 read, The innumerable caravan that moves To the pale realms of shade, where each shall take. [ back]