William C. Bryant Quotes About Spring

Quotes about: Spring

• The little wind-flower, whose just opened eye
  Is blue as the spring heaven it gazes at.

  William C. Bryant

  Spring, Eye, Blue

  "A Winter Piece". Poem by William C. Bryant, 1821.

• I gazed upon the glorious sky
  And the green mountains round,
  And thought that when I came to lie
  At rest within the ground,
  'Twere pleasant, that in flowery June
  When brooks send up a cheerful tune,
  And groves a joyous sound,
  The sexton's hand, my grave to make,
  The rich, green mountain-turf should break.

  William C. Bryant

  Spring, Lying, June

  William Cullen Bryant, “June”

• The country ever has a lagging Spring,
  Waiting for May to call its violets forth,
  And June its roses-showers and sunshine bring,
  Slowly, the deepening verdure o'er the earth;
  To put their foliage out, the woods are slack,
  And one by one the singing-birds come back.
  
  Within the city's bounds the time of flowers
  Comes earlier. Let a mild and sunny day,
  Such as full often, for a few bright hours,
  Breathes through the sky of March the airs of May,
  Shine on our roofs and chase the wintry gloom-
  And lo! our borders glow with sudden bloom.

  William C. Bryant

  Country, Spring, Flower

  William Cullen Bryant, “Spring In Town”

• Thine eyes are springs in whose serene And silent waters heaven is seen. Their lashes are the herbs that look On their young figures in the brook.

  William C. Bryant

  Spring, Eye, Water

  William Cullen Bryant, “Oh Fairest Of The Rural Maids”

• Ah, passing few are they who speak,
  Wild, stormy month! in praise of thee;
  Yet though thy winds are loud and bleak,
  Thou art a welcome month to me.
  For thou, to northern lands, again
  The glad and glorious sun dost bring,
  And thou hast joined the gentle train
  And wear'st the gentle name of Spring.

  William C. Bryant

  Art, Spring, Wind

  William Cullen Bryant, “March”

• Showers and sunshine bring,
  Slowly, the deepening verdure o'er the earth;
  To put their foliage out, the woods are slack,
  And one by one the singing-birds come back.

  William C. Bryant

  Spring, Sunshine, Bird

  William Cullen Bryant, “Spring In Town”

• Still sweet with blossoms is the year's fresh prime.

  William C. Bryant

  Sweet, Spring, Years

• The breath of springtime at this twilight hour
  Comes through the gathering glooms,
  And bears the stolen sweets of many a flower
  Into my silent rooms.

  William C. Bryant

  Sweet, Spring, Flower

• Flowers spring up unsown and die ungathered.

  William C. Bryant

  Spring, Flower, Dies

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