"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