William Cullen Bryant Quotes

Difficulty, my brethren, is the nurse of greatness -- a harsh nurse, who roughly rocks her foster -- children into strength and athletic proportion.

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

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

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.

The victory of endurance born.

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

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

When shrieked The bleak November winds, and smote the woods, And the brown fields were herbless, and the shades That met above the merry rivulet Were spoiled, I sought, I loved them still; they seemed Like old companions in adversity.

Difficulty, my brethren, is the nurse of greatness_a harsh nurse, who roughly rocks her foster-children into strength and athletic proportion.

Weep not that the world changes--did it keep A stable, changeless state, 'twere cause indeed to weep.