William C. Bryant

Poetry is that art which selects and arranges the symbols of thought in such a…

Difficulty, my brethren, is the nurse of greatness – a harsh nurse, who roughly rocks her…

Go forth under the open sky, and list To Nature’s teachings…

A sculptor wields The chisel, and the stricken marble grows To beauty…

The groves were God’s first temples…

Weep not that the world changes – did it keep a stable, changeless state, it were…

Eloquence is the poetry of prose…