Author: William Cullen Bryant

Quotes

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

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

Eloquence is the poetry of prose.

Eloquence is the poetry of prose.

- William Cullen Bryant

The little windflower, whose just opened eye is blue as the spring heaven it gazes at.

The little windflower, whose just opened eye is blue as the spring heaven it gazes at.

- 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

To him who in the love of Nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language.

To him who in the love of Nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language.

- 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

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

And suns grow meek, and the meek suns grow brief, and the year smiles as it draws near its death.

And suns grow meek, and the meek suns grow brief, and the year smiles as it draws near its death.

- William Cullen Bryant

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