But 'neath yon crimson tree Lover to listening maid might breathe his flame, Nor mark, within its roseate canopy, Her blush of maiden shame. William C. Bryant More Quotes by William C. Bryant More Quotes From William C. Bryant Go forth under the open sky, and list To Nature's teachings. William C. Bryant nature teaching sky There is a day of sunny rest William C. Bryant grief dark night Truth crushed to the earth will rise again! William C. Bryant crushed earth Glorious are the woods in their latest gold and crimson. William C. Bryant autumn gold fall The right to discuss freely and openly, by speech, by the pen, by the press, all political questions, and to examine the animadvert upon all political institutions is a right so clear and certain, so interwoven with our other liberties, so necessary, in fact, to their existence, that without it we must fall into despotism and anarchy. William C. Bryant liberty political fall Autumn, the year's last, loveliest smile. William C. Bryant autumn nature fall Difficulty is the nurse of greatness. William C. Bryant difficulty greatness nurse All things that are on earth shall wholly pass away, William C. Bryant earth passing-away god Eloquence is the poetry of prose. William C. Bryant eloquence prose Self-interest is the most ingenious and persuasive of all the agents that deceive our consciences, while by means of it our unhappy and stubborn prejudices operate in their greatest force. William C. Bryant unhappy self mean Here the free spirit of mankind, at length, William C. Bryant freedom strength race And we wept that one so lovely should have a life so brief. William C. Bryant grief should-have sympathy And suns grow meek, and the meek suns grow brief, and the year smiles as it draws near its death. William C. Bryant october sun years The windflower and the violet, they perished long ago, William C. Bryant autumn summer fall Fairest of all that earth beholds, the hues William C. Bryant dew air clouds The stormy March has come at last, With winds and clouds and changing skies; I hear the rushing of the blast That through the snowy valley flies. William C. Bryant sky clouds wind Winning isn't everything, but it beats anything in second place. William C. Bryant winning attitude positive To him who in the love of Nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language. William C. Bryant language speak love Alas! to seize the moment When the heart inclines to heart, And press a suit with passion, Is not a woman's part. If man come not to gather The roses where they stand, They fade among their foliage, They cannot seek his hand. William C. Bryant passion heart men 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 meadows. William C. Bryant flower air rose
