A Summer Ramble (William Cullen Bryant Poems)
The quiet August noon has come,A slumberous silence fills the sky,The fields are still, the woods are dumb,In glassy sleep ...
The quiet August noon has come,A slumberous silence fills the sky,The fields are still, the woods are dumb,In glassy sleep ...
Ere, in the northern gale,The summer tresses of the trees are gone,The woods of Autumn, all around our vale,Have put ...
Cool shades and dews are round my way,And silence of the early day;Mid the dark rocks that watch his bed,Glitters ...
Beneath the forest's skirts I rest, Whose branching pines rise dark and high, And hear the breezes of the West ...
When beechen buds begin to swell, And woods the blue-bird's warble know, The yellow violet's modest bell Peeps from last-year's ...
To him who in the love of nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language; for ...
Oh! could I hope the wise and pure in heart Might hear my song without a frown, nor deem My ...
I gazed upon the glorious sky And the green mountains round, And thought that when I came to lie At ...
Matron! the children of whose love, Each to his grave, in youth have passed, And now the mould is heaped ...
Love's worshippers alone can know The thousand mysteries that are his; His blazing torch, his twanging bow, His blooming age ...
The groves were God's first temples. Ere man learned To hew the shaft, and lay the architrave, And spread the ...
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