To him who in the love of Nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language. 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 thingsflowerearthrose 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 fragrancenatureeyejoy Pain dies quickly, and lets her weary prisoners go; the fiercest agonies have shortest reign. William Cullen Bryant hergodiespain 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-beautifulmebeautifulart 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 naturelightmoonsky 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 thoughtpoetryimaginationart 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 eyeslooksilentheaven The groves were God's first temples. William Cullen Bryant firsttemplesnaturegod A sculptor wields The chisel, and the stricken marble grows To beauty. William Cullen Bryant sculptormarblegrowsbeauty 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 rivercitysunshinebeautiful Weep not that the world changes - did it keep a stable, changeless state, it were cause indeed to weep. William Cullen Bryant keepchangeschangeworld Go forth under the open sky, and list To Nature's teachings. William Cullen Bryant listopengonaturesky A stable, changeless state, 'twere cause indeed to weep. William Cullen Bryant indeedweepcausestate The February sunshine steeps your boughs and tints the buds and swells the leaves within. William Cullen Bryant withinyourfebruarysunshine All that tread, the globe are but a handful to the tribes, that slumber in its bosom. William Cullen Bryant treadglobebosomslumber And suns grow meek, and the meek suns grow brief, and the year smiles as it draws near its death. William Cullen Bryant new-yearssmilesgrowdeath Where hast thou wandered, gentle gale, to find the perfumes thou dost bring? William Cullen Bryant bringfindwheregentlenature 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 quarrelpoliticiansaboutwill Eloquence is the poetry of prose. William Cullen Bryant eloquenceprosepoetry
