Lo! while we are gazing, in swifter haste William C. Bryant More Quotes by William C. Bryant More Quotes From William C. Bryant Your peaks are beautiful, ye Apennines! William C. Bryant lightskybeautiful Still sweet with blossoms is the year's fresh prime. William C. Bryant springsweetyears God hath yoked to guilt her pale tormentor,--misery. William C. Bryant palemiseryguilt It is a sultry day; the sun has drunk William C. Bryant flowersummermorning The press, important as is its office, is but the servant of the human intellect, and its ministry is for good or for evil, according to the character of those who direct it. The press is a mill which grinds all that is put into its hopper. Fill the hopper with poisoned grain, and it will grind it to meal, but there is death in the bread. William C. Bryant officeevilcharacter The victory of endurance born. William C. Bryant endurancebornvictory I grieve for life's bright promise, just shown and then withdrawn. William C. Bryant grievingpromise On rolls the stream with a perpetual sigh; William C. Bryant rockslandflower There is a Power whose care William C. Bryant providencecareway Gently - so have good men taught - William C. Bryant griefjourneydeath But Winter has yet brighter scenes-he boasts William C. Bryant autumnsummerwinter 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; yet all these shall leave Their mirth and their employments, and shall come, And make their bed with thee. William C. Bryant gaylaughingart The sad and solemn night hath yet her multitude of cheerful fires; William C. Bryant starsdarknight 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 pleasant dreams. William C. Bryant dreamdeathlying The February sunshine steeps your boughs and tints the buds and swells the leaves within. William C. Bryant februarybudsunshine 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. William C. Bryant aimless-lifefatestruggle Flowers spring up unsown and die ungathered. William C. Bryant diesflowerspring The mighty Rain William C. Bryant empiresrainsky All great poets have been men of great knowledge. William C. Bryant great-knowledgepoetmen A silence, the brief Sabbath of an hour, William C. Bryant dogsleepdoors
