William Cullen Bryant

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

William Cullen Bryant Poems

121. The Gladness Of Nature 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. The Yellow Violet 1/3/2003
130. The Death Of Lincoln 1/3/2003
131. A Song For New Year's Eve 12/5/2011
132. October 12/31/2002
133. The Death Of The Flowers 1/3/2003
134. Constellations, The 12/31/2002
135. After A Tempest 1/3/2003
136. A Winter Piece 4/5/2010
137. Summer Wind 1/3/2003
138. A Forest Hymn 1/3/2003
139. November 12/31/2002
140. To A Waterfowl 1/3/2003
141. Consumption 1/3/2003
142. Thanatopsis 5/13/2001
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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