William Cullen Bryant

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

William Cullen Bryant Poems

121. The Gladness Of Nature 1/3/2003
122. The Death Of Lincoln 1/3/2003
123. Living Lost, The 12/31/2002
124. Inscription For The Entrance To A Wood 1/3/2003
125. Mutation 1/3/2003
126. To A Cloud 12/31/2002
127. A Dream 4/5/2010
128. Love And Folly 12/31/2002
129. October 12/31/2002
130. The Yellow Violet 1/3/2003
131. Hymn To Death 12/31/2002
132. A Song For New Year's Eve 12/5/2011
133. The Death Of The Flowers 1/3/2003
134. Constellations, The 12/31/2002
135. After A Tempest 1/3/2003
136. November 12/31/2002
137. A Winter Piece 4/5/2010
138. Summer Wind 1/3/2003
139. A Forest Hymn 1/3/2003
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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Ay, thou art for the grave; thy glances shine
Too brightly to shine long; another Spring
Shall deck her for men's eyes---but not for thine---
Sealed in a sleep which knows no wakening.
The fields for thee have no medicinal leaf,
And the vexed ore no mineral of power;
And they who love thee wait in anxious grief
Till the slow plague shall bring the final hour.
Glide softly to thy rest then; Death should come

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