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“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.”

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William C. Bryant

William C. Bryant was an American poet, born on November 3, 1794, and died on June 12, 1878. His poetry is known for its concise language and profound emotional expression, which has had a profound impact on American literature. more

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