William C. Bryant
William C. Bryant
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth3 November 1794
CountryUnited States of America
wind wings long
I hear the howl of the wind that brings The long drear storm on its heavy wings.
flower home wind
Is not thy home among the flowers?
wind sabbath
The hushed winds their Sabbath keep.
flower light air
Ye winds ye unseen currents of the air, Softly ye played a few brief hours ago; Ye bore the murmuring bee; ye tossed the air O'er maiden cheeks, that took a fresher glow; Ye rolled the round white cloud through depths of blue; Ye shook from shaded flowers the lingering dew; Before you the catalpa's blossoms flew, Light blossoms, dropping on the grass like snow.
blow poppies failing
Or, bide thou where the poppy blows With windflowers fail and fair.
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.
fields division politician
A herd of prairie-wolves will enter a field of melons and quarrel about the division of the spoils as fiercely and noisily as so many politicians.
death dying slumber
All that tread, the globe are but a handful to the tribes, that slumber in its bosom.
wind sky rushing
The stormy March has come at last, With winds and clouds and changing skies; I hear the rushing of the blast That through the snowy valley flies.
adversity greatness rocks
Adversity is the nurse of greatness which roughly rocks her patients back to health.
morning kissing blow
Do not the bright June roses blow To meet thy kiss at morning hours?
distance night wind
A melancholy sound is in the air, A deep sigh in the distance, a shrill wail Around my dwelling. 'Tis the Wind of night.
eye night voice
And kind the voice and glad the eyes That welcome my return at night.
way care providence
There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way.