PoemLoveliest 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 BryantA Scene on the Banks of the Hudson · 1828★ 3.5
PoemThe melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and sere.William Cullen BryantThe Death of the Flowers · 1832★ 3.5
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