William Cullen Bryant Quotes

The sweet calm sunshine of October, now Warms the low spot; upon its grassy mold The pur0ple oak-leaf falls; the birchen bough drops its bright spoil like arrow-heads of gold.
William Cullen Bryant
William Cullen Bryant

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