William Cullen Bryant Quotes

Weep not that the world changes—did it keep A stable, changeless state, it were cause indeed to weep.

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

The melancholy days have come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and sear.

To him who in the love of Nature holdsCommunion with her visible forms, she speaksA various language.