William Cullen Bryant

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

William Cullen Bryant Poems

121. Hymn To Death 12/31/2002
122. The Constellations 1/3/2003
123. Living Lost, The 12/31/2002
124. The Greek Boy 4/5/2010
125. The Death Of Lincoln 1/3/2003
126. Love And Folly 12/31/2002
127. Mutation 1/3/2003
128. To A Cloud 12/31/2002
129. October 12/31/2002
130. A Song For New Year's Eve 12/5/2011
131. Constellations, The 12/31/2002
132. After A Tempest 1/3/2003
133. The Yellow Violet 1/3/2003
134. The Gladness Of Nature 1/3/2003
135. A Winter Piece 4/5/2010
136. The Death Of The Flowers 1/3/2003
137. Summer Wind 1/3/2003
138. November 12/31/2002
139. A Forest Hymn 1/3/2003
140. To A Waterfowl 1/3/2003
141. Consumption 1/3/2003
142. Thanatopsis 5/13/2001

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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 Death Of The Flowers

The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year,
Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and sere.
Heaped in the hollows of the grove, the autumn leaves lie dead;
They rustle to the eddying gust, and to the rabbit's tread;
The robin and the wren are flown, and from the shrubs the jay,
And from the wood-top calls the crow through all the gloomy day.

Where are the flowers, the fair young flowers, that lately sprang and stood
In brighter light and softer airs, a b

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