William C. Bryant Quotes

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

Nature, Sky, Open

The February sunshine steeps your boughs and tints the buds and swells the leaves within.
William C. Bryant

Sunshine, Within, Leaves

Winning isn't everything, but it beats anything in second place.
William C. Bryant

Winning, Everything, Place

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.
William C. Bryant

Eyes, Young, Silent

Truth gets well if she is run over by a locomotive, while error dies of lockjaw if she scratches her finger.
William C. Bryant

Truth, Her, She

A sculptor wields The chisel, and the stricken marble grows To beauty.
William C. Bryant

Beauty, Grows, Sculptor

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

State, Cause, Indeed

All that tread, the globe are but a handful to the tribes, that slumber in its bosom.
William C. Bryant

Globe, Tribes, Tread

And suns grow meek, and the meek suns grow brief, and the year smiles as it draws near its death.
William C. Bryant

Death, Year, Grow

Difficulty, my brethren, is the nurse of greatness - a harsh nurse, who roughly rocks her foster - children into strength and athletic proportion.
William C. Bryant

Strength, Children, Her

Eloquence is the poetry of prose.
William C. Bryant

Poetry, Eloquence, Prose

Loveliest of lovely things are they on earth that soonest pass away. The rose that lives its little hour is prized beyond the sculptured flower.
William C. Bryant

Away, Flower, Lovely

Pain dies quickly, and lets her weary prisoners go; the fiercest agonies have shortest reign.
William C. Bryant

Pain, Her, Weary

Poetry is that art which selects and arranges the symbols of thought in such a manner as to excite the imagination the most powerfully and delightfully.
William C. Bryant

Art, Poetry, Thought

Remorse is virtue's root; its fair increase are fruits of innocence and blessedness.
William C. Bryant

Fair, Virtue, Innocence

The groves were God's first temples.
William C. Bryant

Nature, God, Groves

The little windflower, whose just opened eye is blue as the spring heaven it gazes at.
William C. Bryant

Spring, Heaven, Eye

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 tonight.
William C. Bryant

Light, Her, Calm

There is no glory in star or blossom till looked upon by a loving eye; There is no fragrance in April breezes till breathed with joy as they wander by.
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

Love, Nature, Him

Weep not that the world changes - did it keep a stable, changeless state, it were cause indeed to weep.
William C. Bryant

Change, Keep, State

Where hast thou wandered. gentle gale, to find the perfumes thou dost bring?
William C. Bryant

Find, Bring, Gentle

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Biography

Nationality: American

Type: Poet

Born: November 3, 1794

Died: 1878

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