Truth gets well if she is run over by a locomotive, while error dies of lockjaw if she scratches her finger. William Cullen Bryant Read Quote
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. William Cullen Bryant Read Quote
The Parisian has his amusements as regularly as his meals, the theatre, music, the dance, a walk in the Tuilleries, a refection in the cafe, to which ladies resort as commonly as the other sex. Perpetual business, perpetual labor, is a thing of which he seems to have no idea. William Cullen Bryant Read Quote
Pain dies quickly, and lets her weary prisoners go; the fiercest agonies have shortest reign. William Cullen Bryant Read Quote
The little windflower, whose just opened eye is blue as the spring heaven it gazes at. William Cullen Bryant Read Quote
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. William Cullen Bryant Read Quote
And suns grow meek, and the meek suns grow brief, and the year smiles as it draws near its death. William Cullen Bryant Read Quote
Poetry is that art which selects and arranges the symbols of thought in such a manner as to excite the imagination the most powerfully and delightfully. William Cullen Bryant Read Quote
The moon is at her full, and riding high, Floods the calm fields with light. The airs that hover in the summer sky Are all asleep tonight. William Cullen Bryant Read Quote
