William Cullen Bryant Quotes

Go forth under the open sky, and list To Nature's ... -William Cullen Bryant

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

William Cullen Bryant , Poet

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 , Poet
Where hast thou wandered, gentle gale, to find the... -William Cullen Bryant

Where hast thou wandered, gentle gale, to find the perfumes thou dost bring?

William Cullen Bryant , Poet
The little windflower, whose just opened eye is bl... -William Cullen Bryant

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

William Cullen Bryant , Poet

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

William Cullen Bryant , Poet

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 , Poet

Truth gets well if she is run over by a locomotive, while error dies of lockjaw if she scratches her finger.

William Cullen Bryant , Poet
Eloquence is the poetry of prose.... -William Cullen Bryant

Eloquence is the poetry of prose.

William Cullen Bryant , Poet
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This quote suggests that eloquence, characterized by the skillful and persuasive use of language, possesses qualities similar to poetry, particularly in the context of prose writing, implying that both forms of expression share aesthetic and expressive elements.

Weep not that the world changes - did it keep a stable, changeless state, it were cause indeed to weep.

William Cullen Bryant , Poet
A sculptor wields The chisel, and the stricken mar... -William Cullen Bryant

A sculptor wields The chisel, and the stricken marble grows To beauty.

William Cullen Bryant , Poet

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 , Poet

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 , Poet
The groves were God's first temples.... -William Cullen Bryant

The groves were God's first temples.

William Cullen Bryant , Poet

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