William Cullen Bryant Quotes
William Cullen Bryant was one of the most renowned American poets, journalist and editor of the 19th century. A student of nature, his poetry reflects his love for the outdoors, the rural life and his deep appreciation for the beauty of life, as well as powerful political poems about social injustice. Here are some of the best quotes from William Cullen Bryant to make you think, feel and see the world in a different light.
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Where hast thou wandered, gentle gale, to find the perfumes thou dost bring?
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The groves were God’s first temples.
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I think I shall return to America even a better patriot than when I left it. A citizen of the United States, travelling on the continent of Europe, finds the contrast between a government of power and a government of opinion forced upon him at every step.
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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.
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To him who in the love of Nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language.
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The birch-bark canoe of the savage seems to me one of the most beautiful and perfect things of the kind constructed by human art.
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A herd of prairie-wolves will enter a field of melons and quarrel about the division of the spoils as fiercely and noisily as so many politicians.
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The February sunshine steeps your boughs and tints the buds and swells the leaves within.
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The Parisian has his amusements as regularly as his meals, the theatre, music, the dance, a walk in the Tuilleries, a refection in the cafe, to which ladies resort as commonly as the other sex. Perpetual business, perpetual labor, is a thing of which he seems to have no idea.
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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.
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Remorse is virtue’s root; its fair increase are fruits of innocence and blessedness.
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Where hast thou wandered, gentle gale, to find the perfumes thou dost bring?
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The groves were God’s first temples.
William Cullen Bryant -
I think I shall return to America even a better patriot than when I left it. A citizen of the United States, travelling on the continent of Europe, finds the contrast between a government of power and a government of opinion forced upon him at every step.
William Cullen Bryant -
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 Cullen Bryant -
To him who in the love of Nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language.
William Cullen Bryant -
The birch-bark canoe of the savage seems to me one of the most beautiful and perfect things of the kind constructed by human art.
William Cullen Bryant -
A herd of prairie-wolves will enter a field of melons and quarrel about the division of the spoils as fiercely and noisily as so many politicians.
William Cullen Bryant -
The February sunshine steeps your boughs and tints the buds and swells the leaves within.
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To him who in the love of Nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language.
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Nothing can be more striking to one who is accustomed to the little inclosures called public parks in our American cities, than the spacious, open grounds of London. I doubt, in fact, whether any person fully comprehends their extent, from any of the ordinary descriptions of them, until he has seen them or tried to walk over them.
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A stable, changeless state, ’twere cause indeed to weep.
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Truth gets well if she is run over by a locomotive, while error dies of lockjaw if she scratches her finger.
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Go forth under the open sky, and list To Nature’s teachings.
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Eloquence is the poetry of prose.
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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.
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Difficulty, my brethren, is the nurse of greatness – a harsh nurse, who roughly rocks her foster – children into strength and athletic proportion.
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A sculptor wields The chisel, and the stricken marble grows To beauty.
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