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

Comments about William Cullen Bryant

  • Codee (5/10/2018 4:14:00 PM)

    It is a creole asking

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  • stine (4/28/2018 7:32:00 PM)

    tell me not a mournful number, life is but a empty dream, for the soul is dead that slumbers and life is not what it seems

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 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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