William Cullen BryantThinkers

Autumn (n.) is the melancholy days, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds and naked woods, and meadows brown and sere.

Autumn (n.) is the year’s last, loveliest smile.

Change (n.) is important — Weep not that the world changes-did it keep A stable, changeless state, 'twere cause indeed to weep.

Difficulty (n.) is the nurse of greatness.

Eloquence (n.) is the poetry of prose.

Ephemerality (n.) is beautiful — Loveliest of lovely things are they, On earth, that soonest pass away.

The Forest (n.) is god's first temples.

The Grove (n.) is God's first temple.

Hunger (n.) is brutal — No man can be a patriot on an empty stomach.

Music (n.) is not merely a study, it is an entertainment ; wherever there is music there is a throng of listeners.

October (n.) is 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.