There is no glory in star or blossom till looked upon by a loving eye; There is no fragrance in April breezes till breathed with joy as they wander by. William Cullen Bryant Read Quote
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. William Cullen Bryant Read Quote
A sculptor wields The chisel, and the stricken marble grows To beauty. William Cullen Bryant Read Quote
To him who in the love of Nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language. William Cullen Bryant Read Quote
The February sunshine steeps your boughs and tints the buds and swells the leaves within. William Cullen Bryant Read Quote
