William Cullen Bryant (1794–1878)

A

A midnight black with clouds is in the sky

At morn the Count of Greiers before his castle stands

C

Chained in the market-place he stood

Come take our boy, and we will go

D

Dost thou idly ask to hear

G

Gather ye rose-buds while ye may

I

Innocent child and snow-white flower

T

The groves were God’s first temples. Ere man learned

To him who in the love of Nature holds

W

When the firmament quivers with daylight’s young beam