“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
“Ere, in the northern gale, The summer tresses of the trees are gone, The woods of Autumn, all around our vale, Have put their glory on.” FallGoneTreeSummerGloryWoodsAutumnGaleTresses 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
“The linden, in the fervors of July, Hums with a louder concert. When the wind Sweeps the broad forest in its summer prime, As when some master-hand exulting sweeps The keys of some great organ, ye give forth The music of the woodland depths, a hymn Of gladness and of thanks.” GivingHandsWindMastersKeysSummerDepthForestsThanksPrimeBroadsConcertsOrgansJulyHymnsGladnessFervorWoodland Author:William C. Bryant
“The summer morn is bright and fresh, the birds are darting by. As if they loved to breast the breeze that sweeps the cool clear sky.” IfsClearSkySummerBirdBreastsBreezeJuneJulyClear Skies Author:William C. Bryant
“Heed not the night; A summer lodge amid the wild is mine, 'Tis shadowed by the tulip-tree, 'Tis mantled by the vine.” NightTreeMinesSummerJuneHeedVinesLodges 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
“But Winter has yet brighter scenes-he boasts Splendors beyond what gorgeous Summer knows; Or Autumn with his many fruits, and woods All flushed with many hues.” KnowsSceneSummerFruitWinterWoodsAutumnBoastGorgeousBrighterSplendorHue Author:William C. Bryant
“Glorious are the woods in their latest gold and crimson, Yet our full-leaved willows are in the freshest green. Such a kindly autumn, so mercifully dealing With the growths of summer, I never yet have seen.” GrowthSummerGoldGreenWoodsGloriousAutumnSeptemberCrimsonFall AutumnSummer To Fall 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
