William Cullen Bryant
poet, journalist, translator, writer, lawyer, politician
Read on Wikipedia1794 – 1878
All Quotes by William Cullen Bryant
“All that tread,”
“All things that are on earth shall wholly pass away,Except the love of God, which shall live and last for aye.”
“There is a day of sunny restBot joy shall come with early light”
“Vainly the fowler's eyeThy figure floats along.”
“He who, from zone to zone,Will lead my steps aright.”
“Thine eyes are springs in whose sereneOn their young figures in the brook.”
“Here the free spirit of mankind, at length,Or curb his swiftness in the forward race!”
“Oh, sun! that o'er the western mountains nowClimbest and streamest thy white splendours from mid-sky.”
“The little wind-flower, whose just opened eyeIs blue as the spring heaven it gazes at.”
“The groves were God's first temples.”
“Ah, whyThat our frail hands have raised?”
“They talk of short-lived pleasures—be it so—The welcome morning with its rays of peace.”
“Remorse is virtue's root; its fair increaseAre fruits of innocence and blessedness.”
“Weep not that the world changes—did it keepA stable, changeless state, 'twere cause indeed to weep.”
“And the blue gentian flower, that, in the breeze,Nods lonely, of her beauteous race the last.”
“Loveliest of lovely things are they,Is prized beyond the sculptured flower.”
“Thou unrelenting Past!Hold all that enter thy unbreathing reign.”
“And we wept that one so lovely should have a life so brief;”
“The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and sere.”
“Maidens hearts are always soft:Would that men's were truer!”
“These are the gardens of the Desert, theseThe Prairies.”
“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 sky.”
“Heed not the night; a summer lodge amid the wild is mine -'Tis shadowed by the tulip-tree, 'tis mantled by the vine.”
“When April windsAnd silken-wing'd insects of the sky.”
“Truth, crushed to earth, shall rise again;And dies among his worshippers.”
“These struggling tides of life that seemThat rolls to its appointed end.”
“And suns grow meek, and the meek suns grow brief,And the year smiles as it draws near its death.”
“Glorious are the woods in their latest gold and crimson,With the growths of summer, I never yet have seen.”
“The rugged trees are minglingTo clasp the boughs above.”
“Wild was the day; the wintry seaOur fathers, trod the desert land.”
“To him who in the love of Nature holdsA various language.”
“Go forth under the open sky, and listTo Nature's teachings.”
“The hills,Rock-ribbed, and ancient as the sun.”
“Old ocean's gray and melancholy waste.”
“All that tread,That slumber in its bosom.”
“So live, that when thy summons comes to joinAbout him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.”
“So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan which moves”
“Weep not that the world changes - did it keep a stable, changeless state, it were cause indeed to weep.”
“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.”