Author: William Cullen Bryant

Quotes

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

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

Go forth under the open sky, and list To Nature's teachings.

Go forth under the open sky, and list To Nature's teachings.

- 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

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

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

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

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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