3 December 2020 William C. Bryant 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.
3 December 2020 William C. Bryant Difficulty, my brethren, is the nurse of greatness – a harsh nurse, who roughly rocks her foster – children into strength and athletic proportion.
3 December 2020 William C. Bryant Weep not that the world changes – did it keep a stable, changeless state, it were cause indeed to weep.
3 December 2020 William C. Bryant A sculptor wields The chisel, and the stricken marble grows To beauty.
