William C. Bryant
William C. Bryant
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth3 November 1794
CountryUnited States of America
beautiful earth pages
Look on this beautiful world, and read the truth in her fair page.
eloquence prose
Eloquence is the poetry of prose.
spring flower dies
Flowers spring up unsown and die ungathered.
memorial-day blood land
Ah! never shall the land forget How gushed the life-blood of her brave -
summer morning flower
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.
heart blossoming hours
I shall seeThe hour of death draw near to me,Hope, blossoming within my heart. . . .
summer sky june
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.
summer winter autumn
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.
summer night june
Heed not the night; A summer lodge amid the wild is mine, 'Tis shadowed by the tulip-tree, 'Tis mantled by the vine.
flames tree listening
But 'neath yon crimson tree Lover to listening maid might breathe his flame, Nor mark, within its roseate canopy, Her blush of maiden shame.
greatness nurse difficulty
Difficulty is the nurse of greatness.
lying eye dark
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.
spring sunshine bird
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.
sweet spring years
Still sweet with blossoms is the year's fresh prime.