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 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 natureteachingsky There is a day of sunny rest William C. Bryant griefdarknight Truth crushed to the earth will rise again! William C. Bryant crushedearth Glorious are the woods in their latest gold and crimson. William C. Bryant autumngoldfall 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 libertypoliticalfall Autumn, the year's last, loveliest smile. William C. Bryant autumnnaturefall Difficulty is the nurse of greatness. William C. Bryant difficultygreatnessnurse All things that are on earth shall wholly pass away, William C. Bryant earthpassing-awaygod Eloquence is the poetry of prose. William C. Bryant eloquenceprose 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 unhappyselfmean Here the free spirit of mankind, at length, William C. Bryant freedomstrengthrace And we wept that one so lovely should have a life so brief. William C. Bryant griefshould-havesympathy And suns grow meek, and the meek suns grow brief, and the year smiles as it draws near its death. William C. Bryant octobersunyears The windflower and the violet, they perished long ago, William C. Bryant autumnsummerfall Fairest of all that earth beholds, the hues William C. Bryant dewairclouds 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 skycloudswind Winning isn't everything, but it beats anything in second place. William C. Bryant winningattitudepositive To him who in the love of Nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language. William C. Bryant languagespeaklove 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 passionheartmen 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 flowerairrose
