5 William Cullen Bryant Quotes on Seasons

William Cullen Bryant quotes on seasons

19. 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.

21. When April winds Grew soft, the maple burst into a flush Of scarlet flowers. The tulip tree, high up, Opened in airs of June her multitude Of golden chalices to humming-birds And silken-wing'd insects of the sky.

25. And suns grow meek, and the meek suns grow brief, And the year smiles as it draws near its death.

41. 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.

47. The February sunshine steeps your boughs and tints the buds and swells the leaves within.