William Cullen Bryant

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

William Cullen Bryant Poems

121. Mutation 1/3/2003
122. A Dream 4/5/2010
123. Love And Folly 12/31/2002
124. Hymn To Death 12/31/2002
125. To A Cloud 12/31/2002
126. October 12/31/2002
127. The Yellow Violet 1/3/2003
128. A Song For New Year's Eve 12/5/2011
129. Constellations, The 12/31/2002
130. The Gladness Of Nature 1/3/2003
131. After A Tempest 1/3/2003
132. A Presentiment 4/5/2010
133. A Winter Piece 4/5/2010
134. A Forest Hymn 1/3/2003
135. November 12/31/2002
136. A Northern Legend 4/5/2010
137. The Death Of The Flowers 1/3/2003
138. Summer Wind 1/3/2003
139. A Summer Ramble 4/5/2010
140. To A Waterfowl 1/3/2003
141. Consumption 1/3/2003
142. Thanatopsis 5/13/2001

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Best Poem of William Cullen Bryant

Consumption

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
Gently, to one of gentle mould like thee,
As light winds wandering through groves of bloom
Detach the delicate blossom from the tree.
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The Living Lost

Matron! the children of whose love,
Each to his grave, in youth have passed,
And now the mould is heaped above
The dearest and the last!
Bride! who dost wear the widow's veil
Before the wedding flowers are pale!
Ye deem the human heart endures
No deeper, bitterer grief than yours.

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