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, Which, Excite
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
Lovely, Away, Lives, Flower
A sculptor wields The chisel, and the stricken marble grows To beauty.
- William C. Bryant
Marble, Grows, Sculptor, Stricken
Where hast thou wandered, gentle gale, to find the perfumes thou dost bring?
- William C. Bryant
Nature, Wandered, Gale, Dost
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, Greatness, Harsh, Nurse
Go forth under the open sky, and list To Nature's teachings.
- William C. Bryant
Nature, Sky, Teachings, Open
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
Nature, Blossom, Till, Wander
All that tread, the globe are but a handful to the tribes, that slumber in its bosom.
- William C. Bryant
Handful, Globe, Slumber, Tread
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
Lashes, Brook, Waters, Herbs
To him who in the love of Nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language.
- William C. Bryant
Love, Nature, Visible, Forms
Remorse is virtue's root; its fair increase are fruits of innocence and blessedness.
- William C. Bryant
Fruits, Innocence, Root, Blessedness
And suns grow meek, and the meek suns grow brief, and the year smiles as it draws near its death.
- William C. Bryant
Grow, New Year's, Brief, Draws
A stable, changeless state, 'twere cause indeed to weep.
- William C. Bryant
Cause, State, Indeed, Stable
Weep not that the world changes - did it keep a stable, changeless state, it were cause indeed to weep.
- William C. Bryant
Change, World, Were, Stable
Pain dies quickly, and lets her weary prisoners go; the fiercest agonies have shortest reign.
- William C. Bryant
Pain, Weary, Her, Dies
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, Over, Finger, Dies
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
Nature, Sky, Floods, Hover
The February sunshine steeps your boughs and tints the buds and swells the leaves within.
- William C. Bryant
Sunshine, Leaves, Within, February
The little windflower, whose just opened eye is blue as the spring heaven it gazes at.
- William C. Bryant
Nature, Eye, Spring, Heaven
The groves were God's first temples.
- William C. Bryant
Nature, God, Were, Temples
Winning isn't everything, but it beats anything in second place.
- William C. Bryant
Success, Winning, Beats
Eloquence is the poetry of prose.
- William C. Bryant
Poetry, Prose, Eloquence
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