William C. Bryant
William C. Bryant
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth3 November 1794
CountryUnited States of America
summer fall autumn
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.
fall autumn gold
Glorious are the woods in their latest gold and crimson.
autumn blue heaven
Thou blossom bright with autumn dew, And colored with the heaven's own blue....
summer fall autumn
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.
fall autumn years
Autumn, the year's last, loveliest smile.
fall sadness autumn
The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods and meadows brown and sear.
summer autumn growth
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.
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.
lying dark air
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!
beautiful art perfect
The birch-bark canoe of the savage seems to me one of the most beautiful and perfect things of the kind constructed by human art.
american-poet changeless indeed weep
Weep not that the world changes - did it keep a stable, changeless state, it were cause indeed to weep.
beyond hour lives lovely pass prized
Loveliest of lovely things are they on earth that soonest pass away. The rose that lives its little hour is prized beyond the sculptured flower.
fruits increase remorse
Remorse is virtue's root; its fair increase are fruits of innocence and blessedness.
dog sleep doors
A silence, the brief Sabbath of an hour, Reigns o'er the fields; the laborer sits within His dwelling; he has left his steers awhile, Unyoked, to bite the herbage, and his dog Sleeps stretched beside the door-stone in the shade. Now the gray marmot, with uplifted paws, No more sits listening by his den, but steals Abroad, in safety, to the clover-field, And crops its juicy-blossoms.