William C. Bryant Quotes
Top 70 wise famous quotes and sayings by William C. Bryant
William C. Bryant Famous Quotes & Sayings
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The summer morn is bright and fresh, the birds are darting by. As if they loved to breast the breeze that sweeps the cool clear sky.
Fairest of all that earth beholds, the hues
That live among the clouds, and flush the air,
Lingering, and deepening at the hour of dews.
That live among the clouds, and flush the air,
Lingering, and deepening at the hour of dews.
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.
The rugged trees are mingling Their flowery sprays in love; The ivy climbs the laurel To clasp the boughs above.
So they, who climb to wealth, forget
The friends in darker fortunes tried.
I copied them
but I regret
That I should ape the ways of pride.
The friends in darker fortunes tried.
I copied them
but I regret
That I should ape the ways of pride.
But 'neath yon crimson tree Lover to listening maid might breathe his flame, Nor mark, within its roseate canopy, Her blush of maiden shame.
Heed not the night;
A summer lodge amid the wild is mine,
'Tis shadowed by the tulip-tree,
'Tis mantled by the vine.
A summer lodge amid the wild is mine,
'Tis shadowed by the tulip-tree,
'Tis mantled by the vine.
Music is not merely a study, it is an entertainment; wherever there is music there is a throng of listeners.
He [William Henry Harrison] did not live long enough to prove his incapacity for the office of President.
These struggling tides of life that seem In wayward, aimless course to tend, Are eddies of the mighty stream That rolls to its appointed end.
The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods and meadows brown and sear.
[Thanatopsis] was written in 1817, when Bryant was 23. Had he died then, the world would have thought it had lost a great poet. But he lived on.
The stormy March has come at last, With winds and clouds and changing skies; I hear the rushing of the blast That through the snowy valley flies.
Beautiful isles! beneath the sunset skies tall, silver-shafted palm-trees rise, between full orange-trees that shade the living colonade.
Difficulty, my brethren, is the nurse of greatness - a harsh nurse, who roughly rocks her foster - children into strength and athletic proportion.
A melancholy sound is in the air,
A deep sigh in the distance, a shrill wail
Around my dwelling. 'Tis the Wind of night.
A deep sigh in the distance, a shrill wail
Around my dwelling. 'Tis the Wind of night.
Ere, in the northern gale,
The summer tresses of the trees are gone,
The woods of Autumn, all around our vale,
Have put their glory on.
The summer tresses of the trees are gone,
The woods of Autumn, all around our vale,
Have put their glory on.
All things that are on earth shall wholly pass away,
Except the love of God, which shall live and last for aye.
Except the love of God, which shall live and last for aye.
Truth gets well if she is run over by a locomotive, while error dies of lockjaw if she scratches her finger.
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.
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.
Where are the flowers, the fair young flowers, that lately sprang and stood
In brighter light and softer airs, a beauteous sisterhood?
In brighter light and softer airs, a beauteous sisterhood?
Yet will that beauteous image make The dreary sea less drear And thy remembered smile will wake The hope that tramples fear
There is a day of sunny rest
For every dark and troubled night;
And grief may hide an evening guest,
But joy shall come with early light.
For every dark and troubled night;
And grief may hide an evening guest,
But joy shall come with early light.
The fiercest agonies have shortest reign; And after dreams of horror, comes again The welcome morning with its rays of peace.