Autumn Quote by William Cullen Bryant Download Open image ““And the yellow sunflower by the brook, in autumn beauty stood.”” — William Cullen Bryant ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 3.8 out of 5 (5 ratings) Copy quoteShare Autumn Autumn Beauty Beauty Nature Sunflower
“We owned a garden on a hill, We planted rose and daffodil, Flowers that English poets sing, And hoped for glory in the Spring.… — Vita Sackville-West Copy Share Image
The windflower and the violet, they perished long ago, And the brier-rose and the orchis died amid the summer glow; But on the hills… — William C. Bryant Copy Share Image
“I will admit you are the finest if not the loveliest rose in the garden. But you see, my dear, I was looking for… — Richelle E. Goodrich Copy Share Image
“Each day the sun shone, the birds lingered, though the trees were turning, purely out of habit, and their rose and yellow and rust… — Elizabeth Enright Copy Share Image
“Even on the cloudiest days, a lone sunflower stands tall in the field near my village home, reminding us that true light comes from… — Bhuwan Thapaliya Copy Share Image
“Years passed with nothing to show in a land once so enchanted that bees and butterflies slept safe in the blossoms after their nectar… — Ellen Herrick Copy Share Image
“Flowers that had bloomed brilliant from spring through autumn blackened under the killing frost.” — Nora Roberts Copy Share Image
“Then summer came. A summer limp with the weight of blossomed things. Heavy sunflowers weeping over fences; iris curling and browning at the edges… — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
“It was a gorgeous end-of-summer-just-starting-to-befall day. The trees swayed in the breeze. The sky was the color of cornflowers.” — Jacqueline Davies Copy Share Image
“Just where she had paused, the brook chanced to form a pool so smooth and quiet that it reflected a perfect image of her… — Nathaniel Hawthorne Copy Share Image
“And I rose In a rainy autumn And walked abroad in shower of all my days High tide and the heron dived when I… — Dylan Thomas Copy Share Image
Childhood, with all its mirth, Youth, Manhood, Age that draws us to the ground, And last, Man's Life on earth, Glide to thy dim… — William Cullen Bryant Copy Share Image
Loveliest of lovely things are they, On earth, that soonest pass away — William Cullen Bryant Copy Share Image
I think I shall return to America even a better patriot than when I left it. A citizen of the United States, travelling on… — William Cullen Bryant Copy Share Image
“All at once A fresher wind sweeps by, and breaks my dream, And I am in the wilderness alone.” — William Cullen Bryant Copy Share Image
The words of fire that from his pen Were flung upon the fervid page, Still move, still shake the hearts of men, Amid a… — William Cullen Bryant Copy Share Image
Nothing can be more striking to one who is accustomed to the little inclosures called public parks in our American cities, than the spacious,… — William Cullen Bryant Copy Share Image
A beautiful city is Richmond, seated on the hills that overlook the James River. The dwellings have a pleasant appearance, often standing by themselves… — William Cullen Bryant Copy Share Image
“The sounds I had heard seemed worthy to mingle with this bright and perfumed atmosphere, and to thrill the beautiful scenery around me.” — William Cullen Bryant Copy Share Image
“Weep not that the world changes -did it keep a stable changeless state, 'twere cause indeed to weep. ” — William Cullen Bryant Copy Share Image
This, at last, was where things were as they ought to be. Everything was in its place -- the tree, the earth underneath, the… — Jean Liedloff Copy Share Image
The American spring is by no means so agreeable as the American autumn; both move with faltering step, and slow; but this lingering pace,… — Frances Trollope Copy Share Image
“Flowers that had bloomed brilliant from spring through autumn blackened under the killing frost.” — Nora Roberts Copy Share Image
“FALL I've never liked orange not even a hint of yellow though that doesn't mean I'm derange, you know. but it's still a riddle… — Kynna Claire Copy Share Image
The trees change their voices in autumn as well as their shapes. No longer do they whisper to one another in muffled tones as… — Patience Strong Copy Share Image
You know how this is: if I look at the crystal moon, at the red branch of the slow autumn at my window, if… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
“The crickets felt it was their duty to warn everybody that summertime cannot last for ever. Even on the most beautiful days in the… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
He found himself wondering at times, especially in the autumn, about the wild lands, and strange visions of mountains that he had never seen… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“Easter blessings All life’s sacrifices like autumn leaves awaken our senses and power to love and be whole Our Mother Earth, Our Father Sky… — Ramon Ravenswood Copy Share Image
The lush green of the fields became a rich gold that swayed sturdily under the wind and fell at last before the hands of… — Martha Ostenso Copy Share Image
The ascent of any route begins, in dreams at least, the autumn before. Our minds ring, involuntarily, with the alluring names of mountains, aiguilles,… — Gaston Rebuffat Copy Share Image
