Author: William Cullen Bryant

Quotes

Weep not that the world changes - did it keep a stable, changeless state, it were cause indeed to weep.

Weep not that the world changes - did it keep a stable, changeless state, it were cause indeed to weep.

- William Cullen Bryant

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.

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

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.

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

Truth gets well if she is run over by a locomotive, while error dies of lockjaw if she scratches her finger.

Truth gets well if she is run over by a locomotive, while error dies of lockjaw if she scratches her finger.

- 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.

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

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.

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

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.

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

Eloquence is the poetry of prose.

Eloquence is the poetry of prose.

- William Cullen Bryant

Where hast thou wandered, gentle gale, to find the perfumes thou dost bring?

Where hast thou wandered, gentle gale, to find the perfumes thou dost bring?

- William Cullen Bryant

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