William Cullen Bryant

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

William Cullen Bryant Poems

41. The Antiquity Of Freedom 4/5/2010
42. Song Of Marion's Men 4/5/2010
43. The Green Mountain Boys 4/5/2010
44. The Greek Partisan 4/5/2010
45. The Conjunction Of Jupiter And Venus 4/5/2010
46. The Death Of Slavery 4/5/2010
47. The Child's Funeral 4/5/2010
48. Sonnet From The Portuguese Of Semedo 4/5/2010
49. The Battle-Field 4/5/2010
50. Seventy-Six 4/5/2010
51. The Flood Of Years 4/5/2010
52. When The Firmament Quivers With Daylight's Young Beam 4/5/2010
53. The Hunter's Vision 4/5/2010
54. The Ages 4/5/2010
55. To The Apennines 4/5/2010
56. To The River Arve 4/5/2010
57. The Alcayde Of Molina 4/5/2010
58. The Stream Of Life 4/5/2010
59. Oh Fairest Of The Rural Maids 4/5/2010
60. The Old Man's Funeral 4/5/2010
61. The Serenade 4/5/2010
62. The Disinterred Warrior 4/5/2010
63. Version Of A Fragment Of Simonides 4/5/2010
64. Catterskill Falls 4/5/2010
65. The Crowded Street 4/5/2010
66. From: An Evening Revery 4/5/2010
67. Hymn To The North Star 4/5/2010
68. The New Moon 4/5/2010
69. The Rivulet 4/5/2010
70. Upon The Mountain's Distant Head 4/5/2010
71. The Death Of Abraham Lincoln 4/5/2010
72. William Tell 4/5/2010
73. Life 4/5/2010
74. Lines In Memory Of William Leggett 4/5/2010
75. The Winds 4/5/2010
76. Song Of The Stars 4/5/2010
77. March 4/5/2010
78. The Indian Girl's Lament 4/5/2010
79. Love In The Age Of Chivalry 4/5/2010
80. Monument Mountain 4/5/2010

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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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Ay, thou art for the grave; thy glances shine
Too brightly to shine long; another Spring
Shall deck her for men's eyes---but not for thine---
Sealed in a sleep which knows no wakening.
The fields for thee have no medicinal leaf,
And the vexed ore no mineral of power;
And they who love thee wait in anxious grief
Till the slow plague shall bring the final hour.
Glide softly to thy rest then; Death should come

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