Curb Quote by William C. Bryant

The gentle race of flowers Are lying in their lowly beds.

— William C. Bryant

The victory of endurance born.

— William C. Bryant

Features, the great soul's apparent seat.

— William C. Bryant

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

— William C. Bryant

Lo! while we are gazing, in swifter haste Stream down the snows, till the air is white, As, myriads by myriads madly chased, They…

— William C. Bryant

Sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave, Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down…

— William C. Bryant

But Winter has yet brighter scenes-he boasts Splendors beyond what gorgeous Summer knows; Or Autumn with his many fruits, and woods All flushed with…

— William C. Bryant

There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way.

— William C. Bryant

Truth crushed to earth shall rise again,- The eternal years of God are hers; But Error, wounded, writhes with pain, And dies among his…

— William C. Bryant

And the blue gentian-flower, that, in the breeze, Nods lonely, of her beauteous race the last.

— William C. Bryant

A silence, the brief Sabbath of an hour, Reigns o'er the fields; the laborer sits within His dwelling; he has left his steers awhile,…

— William C. Bryant

The rugged trees are mingling Their flowery sprays in love; The ivy climbs the laurel To clasp the boughs above.

— William C. Bryant