William C. Bryant
William C. Bryant
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth3 November 1794
CountryUnited States of America
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!
positive attitude winning
Winning isn't everything, but it beats anything in second place.
strength children greatness
Difficulty, my brethren, is the nurse of greatness - a harsh nurse, who roughly rocks her foster children into strength and athletic proportion.
wise community age
Much has seen said of the wisdom of old age. Old age is wise, I grant, for itself, but not wise for the community. It is wise in declining new enterprises, for it has not the power nor the time to execute them; wise in shrinking from difficulty, for it has not the strength to overcome it; wise in avoiding danger, for it lacks the faculty of ready and swift action, by which dangers are parried and converted into advantages. But this is not wisdom for mankind at large, by whom new enterprises must be undertaken, dangers met, and difficulties surmounted.
office long president
He [William Henry Harrison] did not live long enough to prove his incapacity for the office of President.
taste moral journalism
The journalist should be on his guard against publishing what is false in taste or exceptionable in morals.
speak weak overflow
Tender pauses speak The overflow of gladness, When words are all too weak.
guilt misery pale
God hath yoked to guilt her pale tormentor,--misery.
ivy tree mingling
The rugged trees are mingling Their flowery sprays in love; The ivy climbs the laurel To clasp the boughs above.
dream peace morning
The fiercest agonies have shortest reign; And after dreams of horror, comes again The welcome morning with its rays of peace.
wind wings long
I hear the howl of the wind that brings The long drear storm on its heavy wings.
wind sabbath
The hushed winds their Sabbath keep.
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.
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.