"A sculptor wields
The chisel,
and the stricken marble grows
To beauty."
~William C. Bryant
"All that tread, the globe are but a handful to the tribes, that slumber in its bosom." ~William C. Bryant
“Glorious are the woods in their latest gold and crimson.” ~ William C. Bryant
"Remorse is virtue’s root; its fair increase are fruits of innocence and blessedness." ~William C. Bryant
"The February sunshine steeps your boughs and tints the buds and swells the leaves within." ~William C. Bryant
"The little windflower, whose just opened eye is blue as the spring heaven it gazes at." ~William C. Bryant
"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 C. Bryant
"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 C. Bryant
"Thine eyes are springs in whose serene
And silent waters heaven is seen.
Their lashes are the herbs that look
On their young figures in the brook."
~William C. Bryant
"To him who in the love of Nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language." ~William C. Bryant
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"Remorse is virtue’s root; its fair increase are fruits of innocence and blessedness." ~William C. Bryant
"The February sunshine steeps your boughs and tints the buds and swells the leaves within." ~William C. Bryant
"The little windflower, whose just opened eye is blue as the spring heaven it gazes at." ~William C. Bryant
"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 C. Bryant
"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 C. Bryant
"Thine eyes are springs in whose serene
And silent waters heaven is seen.
Their lashes are the herbs that look
On their young figures in the brook."
~William C. Bryant
"To him who in the love of Nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language." ~William C. Bryant
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