William Cullen Bryant

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

William Cullen Bryant Poems

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

The summer morn is bright and fresh, the birds are darting by,
As if they loved to breast the breeze that sweeps the cool dear sky;
Young Albert, in the forest's edge, has heard a rustling sound
An arrow slightly strikes his hand and falls upon the ground.

A lovely woman from the wood comes suddenly in sight;
Her merry eye is full and black, her cheek is brown and bright;
She wears a tunic of the blue, her belt with beads is strung,
And yet she speaks in gentle tones, and in the

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