25 William Cullen Bryant Quotes on Nature

William Cullen Bryant quotes on nature

1. Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.

3. 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.

5. Oh, sun! that o'er the western mountains now Goest down in glory! ever beautiful And blessed is thy radiance, whether thou Colourest the eastern heaven and night-mist cool, Till the bright day-star vanish, or on high Climbest and streamest thy white splendours from mid-sky.

7. The groves were God's first temples.

8. Ah, why Should we, in the world's riper years, neglect God's ancient sanctuaries, and adore Only among the crowd and under roofs That our frail hands have raised?

12. And the blue gentian flower, that, in the breeze, Nods lonely, of her beauteous race the last.

15. The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and sere.

16. The south wind searches for the flowers whose fragrance late he bore, And sighs to find them in the wood and by the stream no more.

18. These are the gardens of the Desert, these The unshorn fields, boundless and beautiful, For which the speech of England has no name- The Prairies.

19. The summer morn is bright and fresh, the birds are darting by, As if they loved to breast the breeze that sweeps the cool clear sky.

20. Heed not the night; a summer lodge amid the wild is mine - 'Tis shadowed by the tulip-tree, 'tis mantled by the vine.

21. When April winds Grew soft, the maple burst into a flush Of scarlet flowers. The tulip tree, high up, Opened in airs of June her multitude Of golden chalices to humming-birds And silken-wing'd insects of the sky.

26. The rugged trees are mingling Their flowery sprays in love; The ivy climbs the laurel To clasp the boughs above.

27. Wild was the day; the wintry sea Moaned sadly on New England's strand, When first the thoughtful and the free, Our fathers, trod the desert land.

28. To him who in the love of Nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language.

29. Go forth under the open sky, and list To Nature's teachings.

30. The hills, Rock-ribbed, and ancient as the sun.

36. But 'neath yon crimson tree Lover to listening maid might breathe his flame, Nor mark, within its roseate canopy, Her blush of maiden shame.

38. A world of blossoms for the bee, Flowers for the sick girl's silent room, For the glad infant sprigs of bloom, We plant with the apple tree.

41. Glorious are the woods in their latest gold and crimson, Yet our full-leaved willows are in the freshest green. Such a kindly autumn, so mercifully dealing With the growths of summer, I never yet have seen.

46. The daffodil is our doorside queen; she pushes upward the sword already, To spot with sunshine the early green.

47. The February sunshine steeps your boughs and tints the buds and swells the leaves within.

49. 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.

51. Where fall the tears of love the rose appears, And where the ground is bright with friendship's tears, Forget-me-not, and violets, heavenly blue, Spring glittering with the cheerful drops like dew.

52. Where hast thou wandered, gentle gale, to find the perfumes thou dost bring?