William C. Bryant
William C. Bryant
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth3 November 1794
CountryUnited States of America
poetry poetry-is eloquence
Poetry is the eloquence of verse.
rain sky empires
The mighty Rain Holds the vast empire of the sky alone.
rome voice rivers
Oh, river! darkling river! what a voice Is that thou utterest while all else is still-- The ancient voice that, centuries ago, Sounded between thy hills, while Rome was yet A weedy solitude by Tiber's stream!
courage blood land
Ah, never shall the land forget How gush'd the life-blood of the brave, Gush'd warm with hope and courage yet, Upon the soil they fought to save!
nature flower rose
The rose that lives its little hour Is prized beyone the sculpted flower.
taste moral journalism
The journalist should be on his guard against publishing what is false in taste or exceptionable in morals.
beautiful light sky
Your peaks are beautiful, ye Apennines! In the soft light of these serenest skies; From the broad highland region, black with pines, Fair as the hills of Paradise they rise, Bathed in the tint Peruvian slaves behold In rosy flushes on the virgin gold.
fields division politician
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.
sculpture grows marble
A sculptor wields The chisel, and the stricken marble grows To beauty.
tree incense firsts
The groves were God's first temples.
sunshine bud february
The February sunshine steeps your boughs and tints the buds and swells the leaves within.
sea conflict remembered
Yet will that beauteous image make The dreary sea less drear And thy remembered smile will wake The hope that tramples fear
sister flower light
Where are the flowers, the fair young flowers, that lately sprang and stood In brighter light and softer airs, a beauteous sisterhood?
summer autumn growth
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.