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William C. Bryant Quotes

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 C. Bryant
Joy, Star, Eye

Winning isn’t everything, but it beats anything in second place.
William C. Bryant
Winning, Second, Beats

Go forth under the open sky, and list To Nature’s teachings.
William C. Bryant
Nature, Open, Sky

The February sunshine steeps your boughs and tints the buds and swells the leaves within.
William C. Bryant
Sunshine, Within, Leaves

Weep not that the world changes – did it keep a stable, changeless state, it were cause indeed to weep.
William C. Bryant
Change, Keep, State

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.
William C. Bryant
Away, Lives, Earth

The groves were God’s first temples.
William C. Bryant
Nature, God, Temples

Eloquence is the poetry of prose.
William C. Bryant
Poetry, Prose, Eloquence

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.
William C. Bryant
Young, Eyes, Seen

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 C. Bryant
Her, High, Light

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

A sculptor wields The chisel, and the stricken marble grows To beauty.
William C. Bryant
Beauty, Grows, Marble

All that tread, the globe are but a handful to the tribes, that slumber in its bosom.
William C. Bryant
Globe, Handful, Tread

Difficulty, my brethren, is the nurse of greatness – a harsh nurse, who roughly rocks her foster – children into strength and athletic proportion.
William C. Bryant
Strength, Children, Her

The little windflower, whose just opened eye is blue as the spring heaven it gazes at.
William C. Bryant
Spring, Heaven, Eye

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 C. Bryant
Art, Poetry, Manner

Pain dies quickly, and lets her weary prisoners go; the fiercest agonies have shortest reign.
William C. Bryant
Pain, Her, Quickly

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

And suns grow meek, and the meek suns grow brief, and the year smiles as it draws near its death.
William C. Bryant
Death, Year, Grow

Remorse is virtue’s root; its fair increase are fruits of innocence and blessedness.
William C. Bryant
Fair, Virtue, Innocence

A stable, changeless state, ’twere cause indeed to weep.
William C. Bryant
State, Cause, Indeed

Where hast thou wandered. gentle gale, to find the perfumes thou dost bring?
William C. Bryant
Bring, Gentle, Thou

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