Eloquence is the poetry of prose. William Cullen Bryant More Quotes by William Cullen Bryant More Quotes From William Cullen Bryant Difficulty, my brethren, is the nurse of greatness-a harsh nurse, who roughly rocks her foster-children into strength and athletic proportion. William Cullen Bryant Loveliest of lovely things are they on earth that soonest pass away. The rose that lives its little hour is prized beyond the sculptured flower. William Cullen Bryant things flower earth rose 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 joy as they wander by. William Cullen Bryant fragrance nature eye joy Pain dies quickly, and lets her weary prisoners go; the fiercest agonies have shortest reign. William Cullen Bryant her go dies pain The birch-bark canoe of the savage seems to me one of the most beautiful and perfect things of the kind constructed by human art. William Cullen Bryant most-beautiful me beautiful art 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 asleep tonight. William Cullen Bryant nature light moon sky 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. William Cullen Bryant thought poetry imagination art 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 the brook. William Cullen Bryant eyes look silent heaven The groves were God's first temples. William Cullen Bryant first temples nature god A sculptor wields The chisel, and the stricken marble grows To beauty. William Cullen Bryant sculptor marble grows beauty A beautiful city is Richmond, seated on the hills that overlook the James River. The dwellings have a pleasant appearance, often standing by themselves in the midst of gardens. In front of several, I saw large magnolias, their dark, glazed leaves glittering in the March sunshine. William Cullen Bryant river city sunshine beautiful Weep not that the world changes - did it keep a stable, changeless state, it were cause indeed to weep. William Cullen Bryant keep changes change world Go forth under the open sky, and list To Nature's teachings. William Cullen Bryant list open go nature sky A stable, changeless state, 'twere cause indeed to weep. William Cullen Bryant indeed weep cause state The February sunshine steeps your boughs and tints the buds and swells the leaves within. William Cullen Bryant within your february sunshine All that tread, the globe are but a handful to the tribes, that slumber in its bosom. William Cullen Bryant tread globe bosom slumber And suns grow meek, and the meek suns grow brief, and the year smiles as it draws near its death. William Cullen Bryant new-years smiles grow death Where hast thou wandered, gentle gale, to find the perfumes thou dost bring? William Cullen Bryant bring find where gentle nature A herd of prairie-wolves will enter a field of melons and quarrel about the division of the spoils as fiercely and noisily as so many politicians. William Cullen Bryant quarrel politicians about will Remorse is virtue's root; its fair increase are fruits of innocence and blessedness. William Cullen Bryant fruits fair innocence virtue
