William Cullen Bryant

(November 3, 1794 – June 12, 1878 / Boston)

William Cullen Bryant Poems

1. Robert Of Lincoln 5/21/2015
2. The Wind And Stream 2/9/2015
3. Among The Trees 3/27/2015
4. The Planting Of The Apple-Tree 12/24/2014
5. The Old Man's Counsel 4/5/2010
6. The Knight's Epitaph 4/5/2010
7. The Maiden's Sorrow 4/5/2010
8. The Return Of Youth 4/5/2010
9. The Past 4/5/2010
10. Song From The Spanish Of Iglesias 4/5/2010
11. The Arctic Lover 4/5/2010
12. The Damsel Of Peru 4/5/2010
13. The Indian Girl's Lament 4/5/2010
14. The Massacre At Scio 4/5/2010
15. Mary Magdalen 4/5/2010
16. Noon 4/5/2010
17. The Death Of Aliatar 4/5/2010
18. The Twenty-Second Of December 4/5/2010
19. The Siesta 4/5/2010
20. The Death Of Schiller 4/5/2010
21. The Hunter Of The Prairies 4/5/2010
22. Romero 4/5/2010
23. Ode For An Agricultural Celebration 4/5/2010
24. The Count Of Griers 4/5/2010
25. Song Of The Greek Amazon 4/5/2010
26. The Conqueror’s Grave 4/5/2010
27. No Man Knoweth His Sepulchre 4/5/2010
28. I Cannot Forget With What Fervid Devotion 4/5/2010
29. In Memory Of John Lothrop Motley 4/5/2010
30. The Hunter's Serenade 4/5/2010
31. The Two Graves 4/5/2010
32. Lines On Revisiting The Country 4/5/2010
33. Song 4/5/2010
34. The Painted Cup 4/5/2010
35. Hymn Of The Waldenses 4/5/2010
36. The Fountain 4/5/2010
37. Rizpah 4/5/2010
38. The Evening Wind 4/5/2010
39. The Burial Place 4/5/2010
40. The Antiquity Of Freedom 4/5/2010

Comments about William Cullen Bryant

  • Codee (5/10/2018 4:14:00 PM)

    It is a creole asking

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  • stine (4/28/2018 7:32:00 PM)

    tell me not a mournful number, life is but a empty dream, for the soul is dead that slumbers and life is not what it seems

Best Poem of William Cullen Bryant


To him who in the love of nature holds
Communion with her visible forms, she speaks
A various language; for his gayer hours
She has a voice of gladness, and a smile
And eloquence of beauty; and she glides
Into his darker musings, with a mild
And healing sympathy that steals away
Their sharpness ere he is aware. When thoughts
Of the last bitter hour come like a blight
Over thy spirit, and sad images
Of the stern agony, and shroud, and pall,
And breathless darkness, and the narrow house,
Make thee to shudder, and grow sick at heart;--
Go forth, under the ...

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The Gladness Of Nature

Is this a time to be cloudy and sad,
When our mother Nature laughs around;
When even the deep blue heavens look glad,
And gladness breathes from the blossoming ground?

There are notes of joy from the hang-bird and wren,
And the gossip of swallows through all the sky;
The ground-squirrel gaily chirps by his den,
And the wilding bee hums merrily by.

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