William C. Bryant
William C. Bryant
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth3 November 1794
CountryUnited States of America
determination dirty hard-work
The blacks of this region are a cheerful, careless, dirty, race, not hard worked, and in many respects indulgently treated. It is of course the desire of the master that his slaves shall be laborious; on the other hand it is the determination of the slave to lead as easy a life as he can. The master has the power of punishment on his side; the slave, on his, has invincible inclination, and a thousand expedients learned by long practice... Good natured though imperfect and slovenly obedience on one side, is purchased by good treatment on the other.
rain light ice
Come when the rains Have glazed the snow and clothed the trees with ice, While the slant sun of February pours Into the bowers a flood of light. Approach! The incrusted surface shall upbear thy steps And the broad arching portals of the grove Welcome thy entering.
spring eye water
Thine eyes are springs in whose serene And silent waters heaven is seen. Their lashes are the herbs that look On their young figures in the brook.
grieving promise
I grieve for life's bright promise, just shown and then withdrawn.
physicians medical said
It is said to be the manner of hypochondriacs to change often their physician...
struggle fate aimless-life
These struggling tides of life that seem In wayward, aimless course to tend, Are eddies of the mighty stream That rolls to its appointed end.
tyrants reign yoke
Virtue cannot dwell with slaves, nor reign O'er those who cower to take a tyrant's yoke.
flames tree listening
But 'neath yon crimson tree Lover to listening maid might breathe his flame, Nor mark, within its roseate canopy, Her blush of maiden shame.
tree incense firsts
The groves were God's first temples.
sculpture grows marble
A sculptor wields The chisel, and the stricken marble grows To beauty.
poetry poetry-is eloquence
Poetry is the eloquence of verse.
dream lying moving
So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan which moves 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 by his dungeon; but, sustain'd and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave,Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams." Thanatopsis
sympathy grief should-have
And we wept that one so lovely should have a life so brief;
choices
Follow thou thy choice.