Poetry is that art which selects and arranges the symbols of thought in such a manner as to excite the imagination the most powerfully and delightfully. - William C. Bryant 1 Share Now -
And suns grow meek, and the meek suns grow brief, and the year smiles as it draws near its death. - William C. Bryant 2 Share Now -
A sculptor wields The chisel, and the stricken marble grows To beauty. - William C. Bryant 3 Share Now -
Truth gets well if she is run over by a locomotive, while error dies of lockjaw if she scratches her finger. - William C. Bryant 4 Share Now -
Poetry is that art which selects and arranges the symbols of thought in such a manner as to excite the imagination the most powerfully and delightfully. - William C. Bryant 5 Share Now -
The little windflower, whose just opened eye is blue as the spring heaven it gazes at. - William C. Bryant 6 Share Now -
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 7 Share Now -
Weep not that the world changes - did it keep a stable, changeless state, it were cause indeed to weep. - William C. Bryant 8 Share Now -
