15+ William Cullen Bryant Quotes And Sayings

Following is our list of the best William Cullen Bryant quotes and sayings.

To him who, in the love of Nature, holdsCommunion with her visible forms, she speaksA various language. — William Cullen Bryant

Difficulty, my brethren, is the nurse of greatness — William Cullen Bryant

Pain dies quickly, and lets her weary prisoners go; the fiercest agonies have shortest reign. — William Cullen Bryant

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

Weep not that the world changes -- did it keep a stable, changeless state, it were cause indeed to weep. — William Cullen Bryant

Remorse is virtue's root; its fair increase are fruits of innocence and blessedness. — William Cullen Bryant

So live, that when thy summons comes to joinThe innumerable caravan, which movesTo that mysterious realm, where each shall takeHis chamber in the silent halls of death,Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night,Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothedBy an unfaltering trust, approach thy graveLike one who wraps the drapery of his couchAbout him, and lies down to pleasant dreams. — William Cullen Bryant

The summer day is closed - the sun is set:Well they have done their office, those bright hours,The latest of whose train goes softly outIn the red west. The green blade of the groundHas risen, and herds have cropped it; the young twigHas spread its plaited tissues to the sun;Flowers of the garden and the waste have blownAnd withered; seeds have fallen upon the soil,From bursting cells, and in their graves awaitTheir resurrection. Insects from the poolsHave filled the air awhile with humming wings,That now are still for ever; painted mothsHave wandered the blue sky, and died again — William Cullen Bryant

The blacks of this region are a cheerful, careless, dirty, race, not hard worked, and in many respects indulgently treated. It is of course the desire of the master that his slaves shall be laborious; on the other hand it is the determination of the slave to lead as easy a life as he can. The master has the power of punishment on his side; the slave, on his, has invincible inclination, and a thousand expedients learned by long practice... Good natured though imperfect and slovenly obedience on one side, is purchased by good treatment on the other. — William Cullen Bryant

The sad and solemn night hath yet her multitude of cheerful fires;The glorious host of light walk the dark hemisphere till she retires;All through her silent watches, gliding slow,Her constellations come, and climb the heavens, and go. — William Cullen Bryant

The right to discuss freely and openly, by speech, by the pen, by the press, all political questions, and to examine and animadvert (speak out) upon all political institutions, is a right so clear and certain, so interwoven with our other liberties, so necessary, in fact to their existence, that without it we must fall at once into depression or anarchy. To say that he who holds unpopular opinions must hold them at the peril of his life, and that, if he expresses them in public, he has only himself to blame if they who disagree with him should rise and put him to death, is to strike at all rights, all liberties, all protection of the laws, and to justify and extenuate all crimes. — William Cullen Bryant

The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year,Of wailing winds and naked woods and meadows brown and sere.Heaped in the hollows of the grove, the autumn leaves lie dead;They rustle to the eddying gust, and to the rabbit — William Cullen Bryant

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 dealingWith the growths of summer, I never yet have seen. — William Cullen Bryant

Gently - so have good men taught -Gently, and without grief, the old shall glideInto the new; the eternal flow of things,Like a bright river of the fields of heaven,Shall journey onward in perpetual peace. — William Cullen Bryant