William C. Bryant Art Quotations

The birch-bark canoe of the savage seems to me one of the most beautiful and perfect things of the kind constructed by human art.

Maidens hearts are always soft:Would that men's were truer!

Error's monstrous shapes from earth are driven They fade, they fly--but truth survives the flight.

The gay will laugh When thou art gone, the solemn brood of care Plod on, and each one as before will chase His favourite phantom; yet all these shall leave Their mirth and their employments, and shall come, And make their bed with thee.

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.

Truth, crushed to earth, shall rise again.

Ah, passing few are they who speak, Wild, stormy month! in praise of thee; Yet though thy winds are loud and bleak, Thou art a welcome month to me. For thou, to northern lands, again The glad and glorious sun dost bring, And thou hast joined the gentle train And wear'st the gentle name of Spring.

Look on this beautiful world, and read the truth in her fair page.

I shall seeThe hour of death draw near to me,Hope, blossoming within my heart. . . .

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.