90 Total Quotes

William+Cullen Bryant Quotes

William Cullen Bryant
Thou blossom bright with autumn dew,And colored with the heaven's own blue. . . .
William Cullen Bryant
#Autumn

William Cullen Bryant
The sounds I had heard seemed worthy to mingle with this bright and perfumed atmosphere, and to thrill the beautiful scenery around me.
William Cullen Bryant
#Atmosphere

William Cullen Bryant
The groves were God's first temples.
William Cullen Bryant
#American Poet

William Cullen Bryant
The praise of those who sleep in earth,The pleasant memory of their worth,The hope to meet when life is past,Shall heal the tortured mind at last.
William Cullen Bryant
#Earth

William Cullen Bryant
All that tread, the globe are but a handful to the tribes, that slumber in its bosom.
William Cullen Bryant
#American Poet

William Cullen Bryant
A stable, changeless state, 'twere cause indeed to weep.
William Cullen Bryant
#American Poet

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
William Cullen Bryant
#Art

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We plant, upon the sunny lea,A shadow for the noontide hour,A shelter from the summer shower,When we plant the apple-tree.
William Cullen Bryant
#Apple

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Autumn, the year's last, loveliest smile.
William Cullen Bryant
#Smile

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Yet will that beauteous image makeThe dreary sea less drearAnd thy remembered smile will wakeThe hope that tramples fear
William Cullen Bryant
#Courage

William Cullen Bryant
And wrath has left its scar -- that fire of hellHas left its frightful scar upon my soul.
William Cullen Bryant
#Fire

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All at onceA fresher wind sweeps by, and breaks my dream,And I am in the wilderness alone.
William Cullen Bryant
#Wilderness

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But I behold a fearful sign,To which the white men's eyes are blind;Their race may vanish hence, like mine,And leave no trace behind,Save ruins o'er the region spread,And the white stones above the dead.
William Cullen Bryant
#Eyes

William Cullen Bryant
Is this a time to be cloudy and sad,When our mother Nature laughs around;When even the deep blue heavens look glad,And gladness breathes from the blossoming ground?
William Cullen Bryant
#Mother

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To him who in the love of Nature holdsCommunion with her visible forms, she speaksA various language.
William Cullen Bryant
#Language

William Cullen Bryant
The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year Of wailing winds and naked woods and meadows brown and sear
William Cullen Bryant
#Melancholy

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Man hath no part in all this glorious work:The hand that built the firmament hath heavedAnd smoothed these verdant swells, and sown their slopesWith herbage. . . .
William Cullen Bryant
#Man

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Loveliest of lovely things are they, On earth, that soonest pass away
William Cullen Bryant
#Earth

William Cullen Bryant
The horrid tale of perjury and strife,Murder and spoil, which men call history.
William Cullen Bryant
#History

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Ah! never shall the land forgetHow gushed the life-blood of her brave --Gushed, warm with hope and courage yet,Upon the soil they fought to save.
William Cullen Bryant
#Courage

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The words of fire that from his penWere flung upon the fervid page,Still move, still shake the hearts of men,Amid a cold and coward age.
William Cullen Bryant
#Fire

William Cullen Bryant
To me it seems that one of the most important requisites for a great poet is a luminous style. The elements of poetry lie in natural objects, in the vicissitudes of human life, in the emotions of the human heart, and the relations of man to man.
William Cullen Bryant
#Style

William Cullen Bryant
There is a power whose careTeaches thy way along that pathless coast, --
William Cullen Bryant
#Power

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Truth, crushed to earth, shall rise again;Th' eternal years of God are hers;But Error, wounded, writhes in pain,And dies among his worshippers.
William Cullen Bryant
#Earth

William Cullen Bryant
Eloquence is the poetry of prose.
William Cullen Bryant
#American Poet #Poetry

William Cullen Bryant
These are the gardens of the Desert, theseThe unshorn fields, boundless and beautiful,For which the speech of England has no name --The Prairies.
William Cullen Bryant
#England

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. The mind grappling with great aims and wrestling with mighty ingredients, grows, by certain necessity, to their stature. Scarce anything so convinces me of the capacity of the human intellect for indefinite expansion in the different stages of its being, as this power of enlarging itself to the compass of surrounding emergencies.
William Cullen Bryant
#Children

William Cullen Bryant
And look at the broad-faced sun, how he smilesOn the dewy earth that smiles in his ray,On the leaping waters and gay young isles;Ay, look, and he'll smile thy gloom away.
William Cullen Bryant
#Earth

William Cullen Bryant
Ay, thou art welcome, heaven's delicious breath!When woods begin to wear the crimson leaf,And suns grow meek, and the meek suns grow brief,And the year smiles as it draws near its death.
William Cullen Bryant
#Art