Quotes of William C. Bryant - somelinesforyou

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

- William C. Bryant

“ The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods and meadows brown and sear. ”

- William C. Bryant

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

- William C. 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 C. Bryant

“ The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods and meadows brown and sear. ”

- William C. 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 C. Bryant

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

- William C. Bryant

“ Pain dies quickly, and lets her weary prisoners go; the fiercest agonies have shortest reign. ”

- William C. Bryant

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

- William C. Bryant

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

- William C. Bryant

“ 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

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

- William C. Bryant

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

- William C. 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 C. 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 C. Bryant

“ All that tread, the globe are but a handful to the tribes, that slumber in its bosom. ”

- William C. Bryant

“ Pain dies quickly, and lets her weary prisoners go; the fiercest agonies have shortest reign. ”

- William C. Bryant

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

- William C. 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 C. Bryant

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

- William C. 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 C. Bryant

“ Remorse is virtue's root; its fair increase are fruits of innocence and blessedness. ”

- William C. Bryant

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

- William C. 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 C. Bryant

“ Remorse is virtue's root; its fair increase are fruits of innocence and blessedness. ”

- William C. Bryant

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

- William C. Bryant

“ The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods and meadows brown and sear. ”

- William C. 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 C. Bryant

“ 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

“ Pain dies quickly, and lets her weary prisoners go; the fiercest agonies have shortest reign. ”

- William C. Bryant
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