William Cullen Bryant

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

William Cullen Bryant Poems

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

To A Waterfowl

Whither, midst falling dew,
While glow the heavens with the last steps of day
Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue
Thy solitary way?

Vainly the fowler's eye
Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong
As, darkly seen against the crimson sky,
Thy figure floats along.

Seek'st thou the plashy brink
Of weedy lake, or marge of river wide,
Or where the rocking billows rise and sing
On the chafed ocean side?

There is a Power whose care
Teaches thy way along that pathless coast--
The desert and illimitable air-- ...

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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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