William Cullen Bryant Quotes

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

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

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

William Cullen Bryant

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

William Cullen Bryant

The groves were God's first temples.

William Cullen Bryant

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

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

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

William Cullen Bryant

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

William Cullen Bryant

And suns grow meek, and the meek suns grow brief, and the year smiles as it draws near its death.

William Cullen Bryant

Eloquence is the poetry of prose.

William Cullen Bryant