Virtue cannot dwell with slaves, nor reign O'er those who cower to take a tyrant's yoke.

- William C. Bryant

Autumn, the year's last, loveliest smile.

- William C. Bryant

The moon is at her full, and riding high, Floods the calm fields with light. The airs that hover in the summer sky Are all asleep to-night.

- William C. Bryant

The groves were God's first temples.

- William C. Bryant

Go forth under the open sky, and list To Nature's teachings.

- William C. Bryant

The right to discuss freely and openly, by speech, by the pen, by the press, all political questions, and to examine the animadvert upon all politica…

- William C. Bryant

To him who in the love of Nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language.

- William C. Bryant

Truth crushed to the earth will rise again!

- William C. Bryant

Glorious are the woods in their latest gold and crimson.

- William C. Bryant