“There is a day of sunny rest For every dark and troubled night; And grief may hide an evening guest, But joy shall come with early light.” MayLightJoyNightDarkGriefEveningGuestsCompensationSunny Author:William C. Bryant
“Your peaks are beautiful, ye Apennines! In the soft light of these serenest skies; From the broad highland region, black with pines, Fair as the hills of Paradise they rise, Bathed in the tint Peruvian slaves behold In rosy flushes on the virgin gold.” LightBeautifulBlackSkyFairsGoldSlaveHillsParadiseRegionsBroadsVirginsRosyPeruvians Author:William C. Bryant
“Lay down the axe; fling by the spade; Leave in its track the toiling plough; The rifle and the bayonet-blade For arms like yours were fitter now; And let the hands that ply the pen Quit the light task, and learn to wield The horseman's crooked brand, and rein The charger on the battle-field.” WarHandsLightFieldsLike YouArmsBattleTasksLaysTrackQuittingBrandsPensBladesCrookedRiflesReinsFlingSpadesBayonetsHorsemenToilingPlies 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 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
“Come when the rains Have glazed the snow and clothed the trees with ice, While the slant sun of February pours Into the bowers a flood of light. Approach! The incrusted surface shall upbear thy steps And the broad arching portals of the grove Welcome thy entering.” LightStepsSunTreeApproachRainSurfaceSnowWelcomeIceBroadsFloodEnteringFebruaryPortalGrove Author:William C. Bryant
“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.” LightNightHeavenStarsDarkWalksWatchesFireSilentGloriousClimbsHostRetiringMultitudesCheerfulSolemnConstellationsHemisphereGliding Author:William C. Bryant
