“Alas! to seize the moment When the heart inclines to heart, And press a suit with passion, Is not a woman's part. If man come not to gather The roses where they stand, They fade among their foliage, They cannot seek his hand.” IfsMenHeartMomentsHandsPassionPressesRoseSuitsFadesAlasInclineWooingFoliageSeize The Moment Author:William C. Bryant
“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.” MenFirstsLongFallHeavenGoneClearColdSummerDiedRoseWoodsGoldenHillsAutumnYellowLong AgoVioletPlagueBrooksBrightnessSunflowerAsters Author:William C. Bryant
“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.” LooksHandsEarthFatherHeavenSunTreeShotsFairsGreenRoseNakedRoofBreezeColumnsGreen Leaves Author:William C. Bryant
“Do not the bright June roses blow To meet thy kiss at morning hours?” HoursMorningWindKissingRoseBlowJune 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
“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
