Top 60 William C. Bryant Quotes (2025 Update)

1. “Autumn, the year’s last, loveliest smile.”

— William C. Bryant

2. “And we wept that one so lovely should have a life so brief;.”

— William C. Bryant

3. “Truth crushed to earth shall rise again,- The eternal years of God are hers; But Error, wounded, writhes with pain, And dies among his worshippers.”

— William C. Bryant

4. “Difficulty is the nurse of greatness.”

— William C. Bryant

5. “Truth, crushed to earth, shall rise again.”

— William C. Bryant

6. “The stormy March has come at last, With winds and clouds and changing skies; I hear the rushing of the blast That through the snowy valley flies.”

— William C. Bryant

7. “Eloquence is the poetry of prose.”

— William C. Bryant

8. “The February sunshine steeps your boughs and tints the buds and swells the leaves within.”

— William C. Bryant

9. “Is not thy home among the flowers?”

— William C. Bryant

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

— William C. Bryant

11. “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

12. “The air was fragrant with a thousand trodden aromatic herbs, with fields of lavender, and with the brightest roses blushing in tufts all over the meadows...”

— William C. Bryant

13. “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

14. “Beautiful isles! beneath the sunset skies tall, silver-shafted palm-trees rise, between full orange-trees that shade the living colonade.”

— William C. Bryant

15. “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 to-night.”

— William C. Bryant

16. “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

17. “God hath yoked to guilt her pale tormentor, – misery.”

— William C. Bryant

18. “These struggling tides of life that seem In wayward, aimless course to tend, Are eddies of the mighty stream That rolls to its appointed end.”

— William C. Bryant

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

— William C. Bryant

20. “Ah! never shall the land forget How gushed the life-blood of her brave -.”

— William C. Bryant

21. “I grieve for life’s bright promise, just shown and then withdrawn.”

— William C. Bryant

22. “Thou blossom bright with autumn dew, And colored with the heaven’s own blue...”

— William C. Bryant

23. “Look on this beautiful world, and read the truth in her fair page.”

— William C. Bryant

24. “The gay will laugh When thou art gone, the solemn brood of care Plod on, and each one as before will chase His favourite phantom; yet all these shall leave Their mirth and their employments, and shall come, And make their bed with thee.”

— William C. Bryant

25. “To him who in the love of Nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language.”

— William C. Bryant

26. “Christ taught an astonishing thing about physical death: not merely that it is an experience robbed of its terror but that as an experience it does not exist at all. To “sleep in Christ,” like one that wraps the drapery of his couch about him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.”

— William C. Bryant

27. “And the blue gentian-flower, that, in the breeze, Nods lonely, of her beauteous race the last.”

— William C. Bryant

28. “Glorious are the woods in their latest gold and crimson, Yet our full-leaved willows are in the freshest green. Such a kindly autumn, so mercifully dealing With the growths of summer, I never yet have seen.”

— William C. Bryant

29. “When April winds Grew soft, the maple burst into a flush Of scarlet flowers. The tulip tree, high up, Opened in airs of June her multiple OF golden chalices to humming birds And silken-wing’d insects of the sky.”

— William C. Bryant

30. “The rose that lives its little hour Is prized beyone the sculpted flower.”

— William C. Bryant

31. “The summer morn is bright and fresh, the birds are darting by. As if they loved to breast the breeze that sweeps the cool clear sky.”

— William C. Bryant

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

— William C. Bryant

33. “And at my silent window-sill The jessamine peeps in.”

— William C. Bryant

34. “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 C. Bryant

35. “The fiercest agonies have shortest reign; And after dreams of horror, comes again The welcome morning with its rays of peace.”

— William C. Bryant

36. “The rugged trees are mingling Their flowery sprays in love; The ivy climbs the laurel To clasp the boughs above.”

— William C. Bryant

37. “But ’neath yon crimson tree Lover to listening maid might breathe his flame, Nor mark, within its roseate canopy, Her blush of maiden shame.”

— William C. Bryant

38. “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

39. “Pleasantly, between the pelting showers, the sunshine gushes down.”

— William C. Bryant

40. “Glorious are the woods in their latest gold and crimson.”

— William C. Bryant

41. “Adversity is the nurse of greatness which roughly rocks her patients back to health.”

— William C. Bryant

42. “Still sweet with blossoms is the year’s fresh prime.”

— William C. Bryant

43. “Music is not merely a study, it is an entertainment; wherever there is music there is a throng of listeners.”

— William C. Bryant

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

— William C. Bryant

45. “Old ocean’s gray and melancholy waste.”

— William C. Bryant

46. “Ah, why Should we, in the world’s riper years, neglect God’s ancient sanctuaries, and adore Only among the crowd and under roofs That our frail hands have raised?”

— William C. Bryant

47. “Sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave, Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.”

— William C. Bryant

48. “The victory of endurance born.”

— William C. Bryant

49. “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 C. Bryant

50. “That make the meadows green; and, poured round all, Old Ocean’s gray and melancholy waste, – Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man.”

— William C. Bryant