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William Cullen Bryant war ein amerikanischer Schriftsteller, Jurist und Journalist.

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Pale is the February sky,
And brief the mid-day's sunny hours;
The wind-swept forest seems to sigh
For the sweet time of leaves and flowers.

FebruarWilliam Cullen Bryant, The Twenty-Second of February
 
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Ay, thou art welcome, heaven's delicious breath,
When woods begin to wear the crimson leaf,
And suns grow meek, and the meek suns grow brief,
And the year smiles as it draws near its death.

OktoberWilliam Cullen Bryant, October. A Sonnet.
 
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The quiet August noon has come;
A slumberous silence fills the sky;
The winds are still, the trees are dumb,
In glassy sleep the waters lie.

AugustWilliam Cullen Bryant, A Summer Ramble
 
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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.

MärzWilliam Cullen Bryant
 
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Difficulty, my brethren, is the nurse of greatness - a harsh nurse, who roughly rocks her foster - children into strength and athletic proportion.

William Cullen Bryant
 
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The Parisian has his amusements as regularly as his meals, the theatre, music, the dance, a walk in the Tuilleries, a refection in the cafe, to which ladies resort as commonly as the other sex. Perpetual business, perpetual labor, is a thing of which he seems to have no idea.

ParisWilliam Cullen Bryant
 
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A sculptor wields the chisel, and the stricken marble grows to beauty.

William Cullen Bryant
 
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Loveliest of lovely things are they on earth that soonest pass away. The rose that lives its little hour is prized beyond the sculptured flower.

William Cullen Bryant
 
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There is no glory in star or blossom till looked upon by a loving eye; There is no fragrance in April breezes till breathed with joy as they wander by.

AprilWilliam Cullen Bryant
 
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But when, in the forest bare and old,
The blast of December calls,
He builds, in the starlight clear and cold,
A palace of ice where his torrent falls,
With turret, and arch, and fretwork fair,
And pillars blue as the summer air.

DezemberWilliam Cullen Bryant, Catterskill Falls
 
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