“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
“Stand here by my side and turn, I pray, On the lake below thy gentle eyes; The clouds hang over it, heavy and gray, And dark and silent the water lies; And out of that frozen mist the snow In wavering flakes begins to flow; Flake after flake, They sink in the dark and silent lake.” EyeLyingTurnsSidesWaterDarkPrayingFlowSilentCloudsHeavySnowGentleLakesOver ItGrayFrozenI PrayMistFlakesWaveringHang Over 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
“So live, that when thy summons comes to join, The innumerable caravan which moves, To that mysterious realm where each shall take, His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged by his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed, By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave, Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch, About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.” DreamMovingLyingNightApproachSlaveSilentGravesMysteriousRealmsPleasantHallsChamberWrapsCouchesDungeonsCaravansQuarryPleasant Dreams Author:William C. Bryant
“It is a sultry day; the sun has drunk The dew that lay upon the morning grass; There is no rustling in the lofty elm That canopies my dwelling, and its shade Scarce cools me. All is silent, save the faint And interrupted murmur of the bee, Settling on the sick flowers, And then again Instantly on the wing.” MorningSunFlowerSummerSickLaysWingsSilentDrunkSettlingGrassShadeBeesJuneDwellingDewLoftyScarceInterruptedCanopy Author:William C. Bryant
“Thine eyes are springs in whose serene And silent waters heaven is seen. Their lashes are the herbs that look On their young figures in the brook.” LooksEyeYoungHeavenWaterFiguresQuietSpringSilentHerbsBrooksSereneLashes 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
