...perish where they died. •, y 5fi* THE POETRY OF FLOWERS. 285 (THE DEATH OF THE FLC WERS. BT WC BRVANT. THE melancholy days are come, The saddest of the year,...winds, and naked woods, And meadows brown and sere. Heap'd in the hollows of the grove The wither'd leaves lie dead ; They rustle to the eddying gust,...

...on his character as a creature of sense and a citizen of the world. Dtatjj nf tjj* BY WM. C. BRYANT. THE melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year,...winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and sere. Heap'd in the hollows of the grove, the withered leaves lie dead ; They rustle to the eddying gust,...

...I do it. Adam. Thus I follow thee, As erewhile in the sin. THE DEATH OF THE FLOWERS. By WC BRYANT. THE melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year,...wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and sear. Pleap'd in the hollows of the grove, the autumn leaves lie dead ; They rustle to the eddying...

...by the virtue of that simple shield. THE DEATH OF THE FLOWERS. — Bryant. THE melancholy days have come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and sear. Heaped in the hollows of the grove, the withered leaves lie dead; They rustle to the eddying...

...celestial clime ! As if from heaven's wide-open gates did flow Health and refreshment on the world below. THE DEATH OF THE FLOWERS. THE melancholy days are...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...

...William Cullen Bryant characterises November in the following lines : — " The melancholy days have come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds and naked woods, and meadows brown and sere." How different is all this in Florida, where, in November, the days are bright and sunny, cheerful and...

...had passed the age of seventy. He retained his powers and his activity till the close of his life. 1. THE melancholy days are come, The saddest of the year,...wailing winds, and naked woods, And meadows, brown and sear. Heaped in the hollows of the grove, The autumn leaves lie dead ; They rustle to the eddying gust,...

...warbler soar'd, And from the everlasting hills, A song of rapture pour'd. WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT 1794-1878 The Death of the Flowers The melancholy days are come,...winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and sere. Heap'd in the hollows of the grove, the wither'd leaves lie dead; They rustle to the eddying gust,...

...moon! ALFRED, LORD TENNYSON The long glories . . . long is the word. Why? The melancholy days have come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and sere. WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT Melancholy is good. Wailing winds. An intriguing word, melancholy. It comes from...

...Several decades later autumn still meant to William Cullen Bryant that . . . The melancholy days have come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and sear. It is this heaviness of heart that led the consumptive Swiss philosopher, Henri Amiel, to infect...