William Cullen Bryant Sayings and Quotes

Below you will find our collection of inspirational, wise, and humorous old william cullen bryant quotes, william cullen bryant sayings, and william cullen bryant proverbs, collected over the years from a variety of sources.


Autumn, the year's last, loveliest smile.     

William Cullen Bryant

And we wept that one so lovely should have a life so brief.     

William Cullen Bryant

Autumn, the year's last, loveliest smile.     

William Cullen Bryant

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

William Cullen Bryant

Remorse is virtue's root; its fair increase are fruits of innocence and blessedness.     

William Cullen Bryant

The sweet calm sunshine of October, now / Warms the low spot; upon its grassy mould / The purple oak-leaf falls; the birchen bough / Drops its bright spoil like arrow-heads of gold.     

William Cullen Bryant

And the yellow sunflower by the brook, in autumn beauty stood.     

William Cullen Bryant

The sounds I had heard seemed worthy to mingle with this bright and perfumed atmosphere, and to thrill the beautiful scenery around me.     

William Cullen Bryant

Where are the flowers, the fair young flowers, that lately sprang and stood in brighter light and softer airs, a beauteous sisterhood?     

William Cullen Bryant

The windflower and the violet, they perished long ago, And the brier-rose and the orchis died amid the summer glow; But on the hills the golden-rod, and the aster in the wood, And the yellow sunflower by the brook, in autumn beauty stood, Till fell the frost from the clear cold heaven, as falls the plague on men, And the brightness of their smile was gone, from upland glade and glen.     

William Cullen Bryant

Pain dies quickly, and lets her weary prisoners go; the fiercest agonies have shortest reign.      

William Cullen Bryant

These struggling tides of life that seem In wayward, aimless course to tend, Are eddies of the mighty stream That rolls to its appointed end.     

William Cullen Bryant

And we wept that one so lovely should have a life so brief.     

William Cullen Bryant

And when the hours of rest / Come, like a calm upon the mid-sea brine, / Hushing its billowy breast- / The quiet of the moment, too, is thine: / It breathes of him who keeps / The vast and helpless city, while it sleeps.     

William Cullen Bryant

Stand here by my side and turn, I pray, / On the lake below thy gentle eyes; / The clouds hang over it, heavy and gray, / And dark and silent the water lies;     

William Cullen Bryant

Even while we sing, he smiles his last, / And leaves our sphere behind. / The good old year is with the past; / Oh be the new as kind! / Oh stay, oh stay, / One parting strain, and then away.     

William Cullen Bryant

The stormy March is come at last / With wind, and cloud, and changing skies / I hear the rushing of the blast / That through the snowy valley flies.     

William Cullen Bryant

Now they are gone, gone as thy setting blaze / Goes down the west, while night is pressing on, / And with them the old tale of better days, / And trophies of remembered power, are gone. / Yon field that gives the harvest, where the plough / Strikes the white bone, is all that tells their story now.     

William Cullen Bryant

And when the hours of rest / Come, like a calm upon the mid-sea brine, / Hushing its billowy breast — / The quiet of that moment too is thine; / It breathes of him who keeps / The vast and helpless city while it sleeps.     

William Cullen Bryant

Even here do I behold / Thy steps, Almighty! — here, amidst the crowd, / Through the great city rolled, / With everlasting murmur deep and loud — / Choking the ways that wind / 'Mongst the proud piles, the work of humankind.     

William Cullen Bryant

The mountain summits, thy expanding heart. Shall feel a kindred with that loftier world.     

William Cullen Bryant