William Cullen Bryant

(November 3, 1794 – June 12, 1878 / Boston)

Poems of William Cullen Bryant

121. The Stream Of Life 4/5/2010
122. The Twenty-Second Of December 4/5/2010
123. The Two Graves 4/5/2010
124. The Waning Moon 4/5/2010
125. The West Wind 1/3/2003
126. The White-Footed Deer 4/5/2010
127. The Winds 4/5/2010
128. The Yellow Violet 1/3/2003
129. To A Cloud 12/31/2002
130. To a Waterfowl 1/3/2003
131. To Cole, The Painter, Departing For Europe 4/5/2010
132. To The Apennines 4/5/2010
133. To the Fringed Gentian 12/31/2002
134. To The River Arve 4/5/2010
135. Upon the mountain's distant head 4/5/2010
136. Version Of A Fragment Of Simonides 4/5/2010
137. West Wind, The 12/31/2002
138. When the firmament quivers with daylight's young beam 4/5/2010
139. William Tell 4/5/2010

The Death of the Flowers

The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year,
Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and sere.
Heaped in the hollows of the grove, the autumn leaves lie dead;
They rustle to the eddying gust, and to the rabbit's tread;
The robin and the wren are flown, and from the shrubs the jay,
And from the wood-top calls the crow through all the gloomy day.

Where are the flowers, the fair young flowers, that lately sprang and stood
In brighter light and softer airs, a b

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