All William C. Bryant Quotes
- Go forth under the open sky, and list To Nature's teachings. Forth
- Winning isn't everything, but it beats anything in second place. Attitude
- 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… April
- The air was fragrant with a thousand trodden aromatic herbs, with fields of lavender, and with the brightest roses blushing in tufts all over the… Air
- Thou blossom bright with autumn dew, And colored with the heaven's own blue.... Autumn
- Glorious are the woods in their latest gold and crimson. Autumn
- The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods and meadows brown and sear. Brown
- Ah! never shall the land forget. Ah
- Remorse is virtue's root; its fair increase is fruits of innocence and blessedness. Blessedness
- Ah! never shall the land forget How gushed the life-blood of her brave - Ah
- Flowers spring up unsown and die ungathered. Die
- Eloquence is the poetry of prose. Eloquence
- Look on this beautiful world, and read the truth in her fair page. Beautiful
- 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… Air
- The summer morn is bright and fresh, the birds are darting by. As if they loved to breast the breeze that sweeps the cool clear… Bird
- Truth crushed to earth shall rise again,- The eternal years of God are hers; But Error, wounded, writhes with pain, And dies among his worshippers. Among
- The February sunshine steeps your boughs and tints the buds and swells the leaves within. Boughs
- I shall seeThe hour of death draw near to me,Hope, blossoming within my heart. . . . Blossoming
- Pain dies quickly, and lets her weary prisoners go; the fiercest agonies have shortest reign. Agonies
- Glorious are the woods in their latest gold and crimson, Yet our full-leaved willows are in the freshest green. Such a kindly autumn, so mercifully… Autumn
- Yet will that beauteous image make The dreary sea less drear And thy remembered smile will wake The hope that tramples fear Beauteous
- Can anything be imagined more abhorrent to every sentiment of generosity and justice, than the law which arms the rich with the legal right to… Abhorrent
- The groves were God's first temples. First Temples
- A sculptor wields The chisel, and the stricken marble grows To beauty. Beauty
- But 'neath yon crimson tree Lover to listening maid might breathe his flame, Nor mark, within its roseate canopy, Her blush of maiden shame. Blush
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