Quote #15
The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and sere.
More from William Cullen Bryant
- Thou unrelenting Past! Strong are the barriers round thy dark domain, And fetters, sure and fast, Hold all that enter thy unbreathing reign.
- The south wind searches for the flowers whose fragrance late he bore, And sighs to find them in the wood and by the stream no more.
- Loveliest of lovely things are they, On earth, that soonest pass away. The rose that lives its little hour Is prized beyond the sculptured …
- Maidens hearts are always soft: Would that men's were truer!
- And the blue gentian flower, that, in the breeze, Nods lonely, of her beauteous race the last.
- These are the gardens of the Desert, these The unshorn fields, boundless and beautiful, For which the speech of England has no name- The Pr…
- Weep not that the world changes-did it keep A stable, changeless state, 'twere cause indeed to weep.
- 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.