“Fairest of all that earth beholds, the hues That live among the clouds, and flush the air, Lingering, and deepening at the hour of dews.” EarthHoursAirCloudsEveningDewHueLingering Author:William C. Bryant
“Lo! while we are gazing, in swifter haste Stream down the snows, till the air is white, As, myriads by myriads madly chased, They fling themselves from their shadowy height. The fair, frail creatures of middle sky, What speed they make, with their grave so nigh; Flake after flake, To lie in the dark and silent lake!” LyingDarkWhiteAirSkyMiddleCreaturesFairsSilentSpeedGravesSnowHeightStreamsLakesHasteFrailFlingGazingFlakes Author:William C. Bryant
“A melancholy sound is in the air, A deep sigh in the distance, a shrill wail Around my dwelling. 'Tis the Wind of night.” NightSoundAirWindDistanceMelancholySighDwelling Author:William C. Bryant
“Ye winds ye unseen currents of the air, Softly ye played a few brief hours ago; Ye bore the murmuring bee; ye tossed the air O'er maiden cheeks, that took a fresher glow; Ye rolled the round white cloud through depths of blue; Ye shook from shaded flowers the lingering dew; Before you the catalpa's blossoms flew, Light blossoms, dropping on the grass like snow.” LightHoursWhiteAirWindFlowerBlueDepthRoundsCloudsCurrentsSnowGrassCheeksBeesBoresUnseenDroppingFlewDewMaidensLingeringMurmuringWhite Clouds Author:William C. Bryant
“The country ever has a lagging Spring, Waiting for May to call its violets forth, And June its roses-showers and sunshine bring, Slowly, the deepening verdure o'er the earth; To put their foliage out, the woods are slack, And one by one the singing-birds come back. Within the city's bounds the time of flowers Comes earlier. Let a mild and sunny day, Such as full often, for a few bright hours, Breathes through the sky of March the airs of May, Shine on our roofs and chase the wintry gloom- And lo! our borders glow with sudden bloom.” MayCountryEarthWaitingHoursCitiesAirSkyFlowerSpringSingingBirdShiningRoseBoundsWoodsBreatheBordersSunshineMarchRoofShowersVioletJuneSunnyGloomShine OnSunny DayFoliageSinging Birds Author:William C. Bryant
“The air was fragrant with a thousand trodden aromatic herbs, with fields of lavender, and with the brightest roses blushing in tufts all over the meadows.” AirFieldsFlowerThousandRoseHerbsMeadowsBlushingLavender Author:William C. Bryant
“The moon is at her full, and riding high, Floods the calm fields with light. The airs that hover in the summer sky Are all asleep to-night.” LightNightAirSkyFieldsMoonSummerCalmRidingFloodAugustFull MoonMoon NightHalf Moon Author:William C. Bryant
“Where are the flowers, the fair young flowers, that lately sprang and stood In brighter light and softer airs, a beauteous sisterhood?” LightYoungAirFlowerFairsBrighterSisterSisterhood Author:William C. Bryant
“When April winds Grew soft, the maple burst into a flush Of scarlet flowers. The tulip tree, high up, Opened in airs of June her multitude Of golden chalices to humming-birds And silken-wing'd insects of the sky.” AirTreeSkyWindFlowerGrewBirdWingsGoldenMultipleInsectsJuneAprilScarletHummingMapleChalice Author:William C. Bryant
“The summer day is closed - the sun is set: Well they have done their office, those bright hours, The latest of whose train goes softly out In the red west. The green blade of the ground Has risen, and herds have cropped it; the young twig Has spread its plaited tissues to the sun; Flowers of the garden and the waste have blown And withered; seeds have fallen upon the soil, From bursting cells, and in their graves await Their resurrection. Insects from the pools Have filled the air awhile with humming wings, That now are still for ever; painted moths Have wandered the blue sky, and died again” WellsStillsDoneYoungHoursSunAirSkyFlowerOfficeWasteSummerRedGardenDiedBlueGreenFilledWingsTrainWestSpreadSeedsGravesCellsFallenSoilPoolResurrectionInsectsBladesHerdsRisenTissuesBlue SkyBurstingMothsWitheredHummingTwigsSummer Days Author:William C. Bryant
