122 Quotes by 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.

A stable, changeless state, 'twere cause indeed to weep.

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.

And suns grow meek, and the meek suns grow brief, and the year smiles as it draws near its death.

Where hast thou wandered, gentle gale, to find the perfumes thou dost bring?

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

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.

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

Autumn, the year's last, loveliest smile.