“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
“A silence, the brief Sabbath of an hour, Reigns o'er the fields; the laborer sits within His dwelling; he has left his steers awhile, Unyoked, to bite the herbage, and his dog Sleeps stretched beside the door-stone in the shade. Now the gray marmot, with uplifted paws, No more sits listening by his den, but steals Abroad, in safety, to the clover-field, And crops its juicy-blossoms.” LeftHoursSleepSilenceDoorsDogFieldsListeningStonesSafetyStealingGrayShadeBitesReignCropsDwellingSteersSabbathLaborersPawsDensJuicyClovers Author:William C. Bryant
“The breath of springtime at this twilight hour Comes through the gathering glooms, And bears the stolen sweets of many a flower Into my silent rooms.” HoursRoomsSweetFlowerBearsSpringBreathsSilentTwilightGatheringStolenSpringtimeGloom Author:William C. Bryant
“Do not the bright June roses blow To meet thy kiss at morning hours?” HoursMorningWindKissingRoseBlowJune 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
“Loveliest of lovely things are they, On earth, that soonest pass away. The rose that lives its little hour Is prized beyond the sculptured flower.” LoveLifeLittlesEarthHoursFlowerRoseLovelyPassing AwayLovely ThingsRose Flower Author:William C. Bryant
“The rose that lives its little hour Is prized beyone the sculpted flower.” LittlesNatureHoursFlowerRoseLovely ThingsRose FlowerRoses And Love 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
“I shall seeThe hour of death draw near to me,Hope, blossoming within my heart. . . .” HeartHoursMy HeartDrawsBlossomingNear Death 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
