“The groves were God's first temple. Ere man learned To hew the shaft, and lay the architrave, And spread the roof above them,--ere he framed The lofty vault, to gather and roll back The sound of anthems; in the darkling wood, Amidst the cool and silence, he knelt down And offered to the Mightiest solemn thanks And supplication.” MenFirstsSoundSilenceDown AndLaysSpreadWoodsThanksTemplesRoofSolemnLoftyFramedAnthemGroveVaultsSupplication 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
“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.” EarthSpringSingingBirdWoodsSunshineShowersFoliageSinging Birds 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
“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
“Glorious are the woods in their latest gold and crimson.” FallGoldWoodsGloriousAutumnCrimsonFall AutumnSummer To Fall Author:William C. Bryant
“The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods and meadows brown and sear.” YearsFallSadnessWindWoodsNakedBrownAutumnMelancholyNovemberMeadowsSaddestWailingAutumn DaysSearsAutumn Wind 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
