William C. Bryant Quotes About Heaven

Quotes about: Heaven

• The little wind-flower, whose just opened eye
  Is blue as the spring heaven it gazes at.

  William C. Bryant

  Spring, Eye, Blue

  "A Winter Piece". Poem by William C. Bryant, 1821.

• Thou blossom bright with autumn dew, And colored with the heaven's own blue.

  William C. Bryant

  Autumn, Blue, Heaven

  William Cullen Bryant, “To The Fringed Gentian”

• Thine eyes are springs in whose serene And silent waters heaven is seen. Their lashes are the herbs that look On their young figures in the brook.

  William C. Bryant

  Spring, Eye, Water

  William Cullen Bryant, “Oh Fairest Of The Rural Maids”

• Gently - so have good men taught -
  Gently, and without grief, the old shall glide
  Into the new; the eternal flow of things,
  Like a bright river of the fields of heaven,
  Shall journey onward in perpetual peace.

  William C. Bryant

  Death, Grief, Journey

  William Cullen Bryant, “From: An Evening Revery”

• The sad and solemn night hath yet her multitude of cheerful fires;
  The glorious host of light walk the dark hemisphere till she retires;
  All through her silent watches, gliding slow,
  Her constellations come, and climb the heavens, and go.

  William C. Bryant

  Stars, Dark, Night

  William Cullen Bryant, “Hymn To The North Star”

• 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 first 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 C. Bryant

  Summer, Fall, Autumn

  William Cullen Bryant, “The Death Of The Flowers”

• Father, thy hand
  Hath reared these venerable columns, thou
  Didst weave this verdant roof. Thou didst look down
  Upon the naked earth, and, forthwith, rose
  All these fair ranks of trees. They, in thy sun,
  Budded, and shook their green leaves in thy breeze,
  And shot towards heaven.

  William C. Bryant

  Father, Hands, Rose

  William Cullen Bryant, “A Forest Hymn”

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