William C. Bryant
William C. Bryant
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth3 November 1794
CountryUnited States of America
love language speak
To him who in the love of Nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language.
flower air wind
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.
victory endurance born
The victory of endurance born.
running get-well errors
Truth gets well if she is run over by a locomotive, while error dies of lockjaw if she scratches her finger.
lonely flower race
And the blue gentian-flower, that, in the breeze, Nods lonely, of her beauteous race the last.
sweet fall sunshine
The sweet calm sunshine of October, now Warms the low spot; upon its grassy mold The pur0ple oak-leaf falls; the birchen bough drops its bright spoil like arrow-heads of gold.
soul faces features
Features, the great soul's apparent seat.
war eye men
War, like all other situations of danger and of change, calls forth the exertion of admirable intellectual qualities and great virtues, and it is only by dwelling on these, and keeping out of sight the sufferings and sorrows, and all the crimes and evils that follow in its train, that it has its glory in the eyes of men.
dream lying sleep
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.
music entertainment study
Music is not merely a study, it is an entertainment; wherever there is music there is a throng of listeners.
rain light ice
Come when the rains Have glazed the snow and clothed the trees with ice, While the slant sun of February pours Into the bowers a flood of light. Approach! The incrusted surface shall upbear thy steps And the broad arching portals of the grove Welcome thy entering.
children echoes tree
On my cornice linger the ripe black grapes ungathered; Children fill the groves with the echoes of their glee, Gathering tawny chestnuts, and shouting when beside them Drops the heavy fruit of the tall black-walnut tree.
way care providence
There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way.
sympathy grief should-have
And we wept that one so lovely should have a life so brief;