Quotes William C. Bryant

A sculptor wields The chisel, and the stricken marble grows ...

A stable, changeless state, 'twere cause indeed to weep....

A world of blossoms for the bee, Flowers for the sick girl's...

Ah, why Should we, in the world's riper years, neglect God's...

All that tread, the globe are but a handful to the tribes, t...

And suns grow meek, and the meek suns grow brief, and the ye...

Difficulty, my brethren, is the nurse of greatness - a harsh...

Eloquence is the poetry of prose....

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

Loveliest of lovely things are they on earth that soonest pa...

Pain dies quickly, and lets her weary prisoners go; the fier...

Poetry is that art which selects and arranges the symbols of...

Remorse is virtue's root; its fair increase are fruits of in...

The February sunshine steeps your boughs and tints the buds ...

The groves were God's first temples....

The little windflower, whose just opened eye is blue as the ...

The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wa...

The moon is at her full, and riding high, Floods the calm fi...

The rugged trees are mingling Their flowery sprays in love; ...

The summer morn is bright and fresh, the birds are darting b...

There is no glory in star or blossom till looked upon by a l...

They talk of short-lived pleasures: be it so; pain dies as q...

Thine eyes are springs in whose serene And silent waters hea...

To him who in the love of Nature holds Communion with her vi...

Truth gets well if she is run over by a locomotive, while er...