William C. Bryant
William C. Bryant
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth3 November 1794
CountryUnited States of America
beautiful art perfect
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.
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.
beautiful earth pages
Look on this beautiful world, and read the truth in her fair page.
beautiful sunset sky
Beautiful isles! beneath the sunset skies tall, silver-shafted palm-trees rise, between full orange-trees that shade the living colonade.
american-poet changeless indeed weep
Weep not that the world changes - did it keep a stable, changeless state, it were cause indeed to weep.
beyond hour lives lovely pass prized
Loveliest of lovely things are they on earth that soonest pass away. The rose that lives its little hour is prized beyond the sculptured flower.
fruits increase remorse
Remorse is virtue's root; its fair increase are fruits of innocence and blessedness.
lying dark air
Lo! while we are gazing, in swifter haste Stream down the snows, till the air is white, As, myriads by myriads madly chased, They fling themselves from their shadowy height. The fair, frail creatures of middle sky, What speed they make, with their grave so nigh; Flake after flake, To lie in the dark and silent lake!
heart men maidens
Maidens hearts are always soft:Would that men's were truer!
office long president
He [William Henry Harrison] did not live long enough to prove his incapacity for the office of President.
choices
Follow thou thy choice.
grief dark night
There is a day of sunny rest For every dark and troubled night; And grief may hide an evening guest, But joy shall come with early light.
air clouds dew
Fairest of all that earth beholds, the hues That live among the clouds, and flush the air, Lingering, and deepening at the hour of dews.
dream peace morning
The fiercest agonies have shortest reign; And after dreams of horror, comes again The welcome morning with its rays of peace.