Author: William Cullen Bryant

Quotes

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

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

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

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

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 groves were God's first temples.

The groves were God's first temples.

- 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

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

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

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