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William Cullen Bryant Quotes

A beautiful city is Richmond, seated on the hills that overlook the James River. The dwellings have a pleasant appearance, often standing by themselves in the midst of gardens. In front of several, I saw large magnolias, their dark, glazed leaves glittering in the March sunshine Picture Quote #1

Maidens hearts are always soft: Would that men’s were truer! Picture Quote #1

Nothing can be more striking to one who is accustomed to the little inclosures called public parks in our American cities, than the spacious, open grounds of London. I doubt, in fact, whether any person fully comprehends their extent, from any of the ordinary descriptions of them, until he has seen them or tried to walk over them Picture Quote #1

Thou who wouldst see the lovely and the wild Mingled in harmony on Nature’s face, ascend our rocky mountains. Let thy foot Fail not with weariness, for on their tops the beauty and the majesty of Earth, spread wide beneath, shall make thee to forget the steep and toilsome way Picture Quote #1

A melancholy sound is in the air, a deep sigh in the distance, a shrill wail Around my dwelling. ‘Tis the Wind of night Picture Quote #1

Alas! To seize the moment When the heart inclines to heart, and press a suit with passion, is not a woman’s part. If man come not to gather the roses where they stand, they fade among their foliage, they cannot seek his hand Picture Quote #1

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And the yellow sunflower by the brook, in autumn beauty stood Picture Quote #1

No man of woman born, coward or brave, can shun his destiny Picture Quote #1

Remorse is virtue’s root; its fair increase Are fruits of innocence and blessedness Picture Quote #1

Loveliest of lovely things are they on Earth that soonest pass away. The rose that lives its little hour is prized beyond the sculptured flower Picture Quote #1

Where hast thou wandered. Gentle gale, to find the perfumes thou dost bring? Picture Quote #1

Modest and shy as a nun is she; one weak chirp is her only note; braggarts and prince of braggarts is he, pouring boasts from his little throat Picture Quote #1

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On rolls the stream with a perpetual sigh; the rocks moan wildly as it passes by; hyssop and wormwood border all the strand, and not a flower adorns the dreary land Picture Quote #1

I hear the howl of the wind that brings the long drear storm on its heavy wings Picture Quote #1

Music is not merely a study, it is an entertainment; wherever there is music there is a throng of listeners Picture Quote #1

The journalist should be on his guard against publishing what is false in taste or exceptionable in morals Picture Quote #1

The press is a mill that grinds all that is put into its hopper. Fill the hopper with poisoned grain and it will grind it to meal, but there is death in the bread Picture Quote #1

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 Picture Quote #1

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A beautiful city is Richmond, seated on the hills that overlook the James River. The dwellings have a pleasant appearance, often standing by themselves in the midst of gardens. In front of several, I saw large magnolias, their dark, glazed leaves glittering in the March sunshine. (William Cullen Bryant Quotes) Maidens hearts are always soft: Would that men’s were truer! (William Cullen Bryant Quotes) Nothing can be more striking to one who is accustomed to the little inclosures called public parks in our American cities, than the spacious, open grounds of London. I doubt, in fact, whether any person fully comprehends their extent, from any of the ordinary descriptions of them, until he has seen them or tried to walk over them. (William Cullen Bryant Quotes) Thou who wouldst see the lovely and the wild Mingled in harmony on Nature’s face, ascend our rocky mountains. Let thy foot Fail not with weariness, for on their tops the beauty and the majesty of Earth, spread wide beneath, shall make thee to forget the steep and toilsome way (William Cullen Bryant Quotes) A melancholy sound is in the air, a deep sigh in the distance, a shrill wail Around my dwelling. ‘Tis the Wind of night (William Cullen Bryant Quotes) Alas! To seize the moment When the heart inclines to heart, and press a suit with passion, is not a woman’s part. If man come not to gather the roses where they stand, they fade among their foliage, they cannot seek his hand (William Cullen Bryant Quotes) And the yellow sunflower by the brook, in autumn beauty stood (William Cullen Bryant Quotes) No man of woman born, coward or brave, can shun his destiny (William Cullen Bryant Quotes) Remorse is virtue’s root; its fair increase Are fruits of innocence and blessedness (William Cullen Bryant Quotes) Loveliest of lovely things are they on Earth that soonest pass away. The rose that lives its little hour is prized beyond the sculptured flower (William Cullen Bryant Quotes) Where hast thou wandered. Gentle gale, to find the perfumes thou dost bring? (William Cullen Bryant Quotes) Modest and shy as a nun is she; one weak chirp is her only note; braggarts and prince of braggarts is he, pouring boasts from his little throat (William Cullen Bryant Quotes) On rolls the stream with a perpetual sigh; the rocks moan wildly as it passes by; hyssop and wormwood border all the strand, and not a flower adorns the dreary land (William Cullen Bryant Quotes) I hear the howl of the wind that brings the long drear storm on its heavy wings (William Cullen Bryant Quotes) Music is not merely a study, it is an entertainment; wherever there is music there is a throng of listeners (William Cullen Bryant Quotes) The journalist should be on his guard against publishing what is false in taste or exceptionable in morals (William Cullen Bryant Quotes) The press is a mill that grinds all that is put into its hopper. Fill the hopper with poisoned grain and it will grind it to meal, but there is death in the bread (William Cullen Bryant Quotes) 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 (William Cullen Bryant Quotes)