“All things that are on earth shall wholly pass away, Except the love of God, which shall live and last for aye.” Quote by William C. Bryant
“The journalist should be on his guard against publishing what is false in taste or exceptionable in morals.” ShouldMoralTasteJournalismJournalistPublishing Author:William C. Bryant
“Ah, passing few are they who speak, Wild, stormy month! in praise of thee; Yet though thy winds are loud and bleak, Thou art a welcome month to me. For thou, to northern lands, again The glad and glorious sun dost bring, And thou hast joined the gentle train And wear'st the gentle name of Spring.” ArtNamesSpeakSunLandWindMonthsSpringPraiseTrainGladPassingPassingsWelcomeTheeLoudGentleGloriousMarchBleakStormy Author:William C. Bryant
“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.” LightBeautifulBlackSkyFairsGoldSlaveHillsParadiseRegionsBroadsVirginsRosyPeruvians Author:William C. Bryant
“Music is not merely a study, it is an entertainment; wherever there is music there is a throng of listeners.” MusicStudyMusic IsEntertainmentListeners Author:William C. Bryant
“On my cornice linger the ripe black grapes ungathered; Children fill the groves with the echoes of their glee, Gathering tawny chestnuts, and shouting when beside them Drops the heavy fruit of the tall black-walnut tree.” ChildrenBlackTreeFruitHeavyTallEchoesGatheringGrapesNovemberRipeShoutingGleeGroveChestnutsWalnutsWalnut Trees Author:William C. Bryant
“Self-interest is the most ingenious and persuasive of all the agents that deceive our consciences, while by means of it our unhappy and stubborn prejudices operate in their greatest force.” MeanSelfForceInterestConsciencePrejudiceUnhappyAgentsDeceivingStubbornSelf InterestIngeniousPersuasive Author:William C. Bryant
“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!” LyingDarkWhiteAirSkyMiddleCreaturesFairsSilentSpeedGravesSnowHeightStreamsLakesHasteFrailFlingGazingFlakes Author:William C. Bryant
“Stand here by my side and turn, I pray, On the lake below thy gentle eyes; The clouds hang over it, heavy and gray, And dark and silent the water lies; And out of that frozen mist the snow In wavering flakes begins to flow; Flake after flake, They sink in the dark and silent lake.” EyeLyingTurnsSidesWaterDarkPrayingFlowSilentCloudsHeavySnowGentleLakesOver ItGrayFrozenI PrayMistFlakesWaveringHang Over Author:William C. Bryant
“Showers and sunshine bring, Slowly, the deepening verdure o'er the earth; To put their foliage out, the woods are slack, And one by one the singing-birds come back.” EarthSpringSingingBirdWoodsSunshineShowersFoliageSinging Birds Author:William C. Bryant