William Cullen Bryant

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

William Cullen Bryant Poems

121. The Skies 1/3/2003
122. The Strange Lady 1/3/2003
123. The Stream Of Life 4/5/2010
124. The Twenty-Second Of December 4/5/2010
125. The Two Graves 4/5/2010
126. The Waning Moon 4/5/2010
127. The West Wind 1/3/2003
128. The White-Footed Deer 4/5/2010
129. The Wind And Stream 2/9/2015
130. The Winds 4/5/2010
131. The Yellow Violet 1/3/2003
132. To A Cloud 12/31/2002
133. To A Waterfowl 1/3/2003
134. To Cole, The Painter, Departing For Europe 4/5/2010
135. To The Apennines 4/5/2010
136. To The Fringed Gentian 12/31/2002
137. To The River Arve 4/5/2010
138. Upon The Mountain's Distant Head 4/5/2010
139. Version Of A Fragment Of Simonides 4/5/2010
140. West Wind, The 12/31/2002
141. When The Firmament Quivers With Daylight's Young Beam 4/5/2010
142. William Tell 4/5/2010
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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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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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