William Cullen Bryant

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

William Cullen Bryant Poems

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

Matron! the children of whose love,
Each to his grave, in youth have passed,
And now the mould is heaped above
The dearest and the last!
Bride! who dost wear the widow's veil
Before the wedding flowers are pale!
Ye deem the human heart endures
No deeper, bitterer grief than yours.

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