A beautiful city is Richmond, seated on the hills that overlook the James River. The dwellings have a pleasant appearance, often standing by themselves in the midst of gardens. In front of several, I saw large magnolias, their dark, glazed… — William Cullen Bryant Copy Share Image
Childhood, with all its mirth, Youth, Manhood, Age that draws us to the ground, And last, Man's Life on earth, Glide to thy dim… — William Cullen Bryant Copy Share
Loveliest of lovely things are they, On earth, that soonest pass away — William Cullen Bryant Copy Share
I think I shall return to America even a better patriot than when I left it. A citizen of the United States, travelling on… — William Cullen Bryant Copy Share
“All at once A fresher wind sweeps by, and breaks my dream, And I am in the wilderness alone.” — William Cullen Bryant Copy Share
The words of fire that from his pen Were flung upon the fervid page, Still move, still shake the hearts of men, Amid a… — William Cullen Bryant Copy Share
Nothing can be more striking to one who is accustomed to the little inclosures called public parks in our American cities, than the spacious,… — William Cullen Bryant Copy Share
A beautiful city is Richmond, seated on the hills that overlook the James River. The dwellings have a pleasant appearance, often standing by themselves… — William Cullen Bryant Copy Share
“The sounds I had heard seemed worthy to mingle with this bright and perfumed atmosphere, and to thrill the beautiful scenery around me.” — William Cullen Bryant Copy Share
“Weep not that the world changes -did it keep a stable changeless state, 'twere cause indeed to weep. ” — William Cullen Bryant Copy Share
The Parisian has his amusements as regularly as his meals, the theatre, music, the dance, a walk in the Tuilleries, a refection in the… — William Cullen Bryant Copy Share
“Thou shalt lie down With patriarchs of the infant world,—with kings, The powerful of the earth,—the wise, the good, 35 Fair forms, and hoary… — William Cullen Bryant Copy Share
“To him who in the love of Nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language; for his gayer hours She… — William Cullen Bryant Copy Share
