All William C. Bryant Quotes
- Difficulty is the nurse of greatness. Difficulty
- To him who in the love of Nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language. Communion
- When April winds Grew soft, the maple burst into a flush Of scarlet flowers. The tulip tree, high up, Opened in airs of June her… Air
- The victory of endurance born. Born
- Truth gets well if she is run over by a locomotive, while error dies of lockjaw if she scratches her finger. Dies
- 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… Brook
- The little windflower, whose just opened eye is blue as the spring heaven it gazes at. Blue
- I grieve for life's bright promise, just shown and then withdrawn. Bright
- It is said to be the manner of hypochondriacs to change often their physician... Change
- Sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave, Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to… Approach
- These struggling tides of life that seem In wayward, aimless course to tend, Are eddies of the mighty stream That rolls to its appointed end. Aimless
- The gay will laugh When thou art gone, the solemn brood of care Plod on, and each one as before will chase His favourite phantom;… All
- Virtue cannot dwell with slaves, nor reign O'er those who cower to take a tyrant's yoke. Cannot Dwell
- The blacks of this region are a cheerful, careless, dirty, race, not hard worked, and in many respects indulgently treated. It is of course the… Blacks
- A stable, changeless state, 'twere cause indeed to weep. Cause
- And suns grow meek, and the meek suns grow brief, and the year smiles as it draws near its death. Brief
- 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… Arranges
- Features, the great soul's apparent seat. Apparent
- And the blue gentian-flower, that, in the breeze, Nods lonely, of her beauteous race the last. Beauteous
- God hath yoked to guilt her pale tormentor,--misery. God
- The rugged trees are mingling Their flowery sprays in love; The ivy climbs the laurel To clasp the boughs above. Boughs
- And at my silent window-sill The jessamine peeps in. Inspirational
- Old ocean's gray and melancholy waste. Gray
- That make the meadows green; and, poured round all, Old Ocean's gray and melancholy waste,-- Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb… All
- The fiercest agonies have shortest reign; And after dreams of horror, comes again The welcome morning with its rays of peace. Agonies