“ 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 sla… William Cullen Bryant
“ The melancholy days have come the saddest of the year Of wailing winds and naked woods and meadows brown and sear. William Cullen Bryant
“ To him who in the love of Nature holds Communion with her visible forms she speaks A various language. William Cullen Bryant
“ All that tread,The globe are but a handful to the tribes,That slumber in its bosom. William Cullen Bryant
“ Weep not that the world changes- did it keep a stable changeless state it were a cause indeed to weep. William Cullen Bryant
“ So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan which movesTo that mysterious realm where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry-sl… William Cullen Bryant
