All that tread,
The globe are but a handful to the tribes,
That slumber in its bosom.

(William Cullen Bryant (1794-1878), U.S. poet, editor. "Thanatopsis," North American Review (Cedar Falls, Iowa, Sept. 1817).)

Ah! never shall the land forget
How gushed the life-blood of her brave?
Gushed, warm with hope and courage yet,
Upon the soil they fought to save.

(William Cullen Bryant (1794-1878), U.S. poet. The Battle-Field (l. 5-8). . . Anthology of American Poetry. George Gesner, ed. (1983) Avenel Books.)

Thy early smile has stayed my walk;
But midst the gorgeous blooms of May,
I passed thee on thy humble stalk.

(William Cullen Bryant (1794-1878), U.S. poet. The Yellow Violet (l. 22-24). . . Norton Anthology of American Literature, The, Vols. I-II. Nina Baym and others, eds. (2d ed., 1985) W. W. Norton & Company.)

Once this soft turf, this rivulet's sands,
Were trampled by a hurrying crowd,

(William Cullen Bryant (1794-1878), U.S. poet. The Battle-Field (l. 1-2). . . Anthology of American Poetry. George Gesner, ed. (1983) Avenel Books.)

I shall see
The hour of death draw near to me,
Hope, blossoming within my heart,

(William Cullen Bryant (1794-1878), U.S. poet. To the Fringed Gentian (l. 17-19). . . Norton Anthology of Poetry, The. Alexander W. Allison and others, eds. (3d ed., 1983) W. W. Norton & Company.)

Fair scenes shall greet thee where thou goest?fair,
But different?

(William Cullen Bryant (1794-1878), U.S. poet. To Cole, the Painter, Departing for Europe (l. 9-10). . . Norton Anthology of American Literature, The, Vols. I-II. Nina Baym and others, eds. (2d ed., 1985) W. W. Norton & Company.)

Thine eyes shall see the light of distant skies:
Yet, Cole! thy heart shall bear to Europe's strand
A living image of our own bright land,
Such as upon thy glorious canvas lies;

(William Cullen Bryant (1794-1878), U.S. poet. To Cole, the Painter, Departing for Europe (l. 1-4). . . Norton Anthology of American Literature, The, Vols. I-II. Nina Baym and others, eds. (2d ed., 1985) W. W. Norton & Company.)

Gaze on them, till the tears shall dim thy sight,
But keep that earlier, wilder image bright.

(William Cullen Bryant (1794-1878), U.S. poet. To Cole, the Painter, Departing for Europe (l. 13-14). . . Norton Anthology of American Literature, The, Vols. I-II. Nina Baym and others, eds. (2d ed., 1985) W. W. Norton & Company.)

While glow the heavens with the last steps of day,
Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue
Thy solitary way!

(William Cullen Bryant (1794-1878), U.S. poet. To a Waterfowl (l. 2-4). . . New Oxford Book of American Verse, The. Richard Ellmann, ed. (1976) Oxford University Press.)

There is a power whose care
Teaches thy way along that pathless coast,?

(William Cullen Bryant (1794-1878), U.S. poet. To a Waterfowl (l. 13-14). . . New Oxford Book of American Verse, The. Richard Ellmann, ed. (1976) Oxford University Press.)