William Cullen Bryant

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

William Cullen Bryant Poems

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

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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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