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William Cullen Bryant was an American romantic poet, journalist, and long-time editor of the New York Evening Post. He was born at Cummington, a farming village in the Hampshire hills of western Massachusetts, on the 3rd of November 1794.


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Quote Left Gaze on them, till the tears shall dim thy sight, But keep that earlier, wilder image bright. Quote Right
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Quote Left To him who in the love of Nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language. Quote Right
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Quote Left And then I think of one who in her youthful beauty died, The fair meek blossom that grew up and faded by my side, Quote Right
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Quote Left The right to discuss freely and openly, by speech, by the pen, by the press, all political questions, and to examine and animadvert (speak out) upon all political institutions, is a right so clear and certain, so interwoven with our other liberties, so necessary, in fact to their existence, that without it we must fall at once into depression or anarchy. To say that he who holds unpopular opinions must hold them at the peril of his life, and that, if he expresses them in public, he has only himself to blame if they who disagree with him should rise and put him to death, is to strike at all rights, all liberties, all protection of the laws, and to justify and extenuate all crimes. Quote Right
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Quote Left The sad and solemn night hath yet her multitude of cheerful fires; The glorious host of light walk the dark hemisphere till she retires; All through her silent watches, gliding slow, Her constellations come, and climb the heavens, and go. Quote Right
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