William Cullen Bryant
William Cullen Bryant
William Cullen Bryantwas an American romantic poet, journalist, and long-time editor of the New York Evening Post...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth3 November 1794
CountryUnited States of America
april driven fast fill sea setting shall shrink snow till towards warm waste western
They waste us-ay-like April snow In the warm noon, we shrink away; And fast they follow, as we go Towards the setting day- Till they shall fill the land, and we Are driven into the Western sea
dies lets pain shortest talk weary
They talk of short-lived pleasures: be it so; pain dies as quickly, and lets her weary the fiercest agonies have shortest reign.
children summer
Summer wanes; the children are grown;Fun and frolic no more he knows. . . .
elder grace hate haughty lovely mighty mother oh thy youthful
Oh mother of a mighty race,Yet lovely in thy youthful grace!The elder dames, thy haughty peers,Admire and hate thy blooming years.
blossoming blue cloudy deep heavens laughs mother nature time
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?
blossoming blue cloudy deep heavens laughs mother nature time
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?
beautiful visions youth
The visions of my youth are pastToo bright, too beautiful to last.
bright fast figures flitting left secret somewhere tears
How fast the flitting figures come!The mild, the fierce, the stony face;Some bright with thoughtless smiles, and someWhere secret tears have left their trace.
among dust poetry shall sphere spirits thee time
How shall I know thee in the sphere which keepsThe disembodied spirits of the dead,When all of thee that time could wither sleepsAnd perishes among the dust we tread?
gathering giant hear man
Chained in the market-place he stood,A man of giant frame,Amid the gathering multitudeThat shrunk to hear his name.
age age-and-aging dim draws life thy
Childhood, with all its mirth,Youth, Manhood, Age that draws us to the ground,And last, Man's Life on earth,Glide to thy dim dominions, and are bound.
call horrid men perjury tale
The horrid tale of perjury and strife,Murder and spoil, which men call history.
haste lingering love might
But if, around my place of sleep,The friends I love should come to weep,They might not haste to go.Soft airs, and song, and light, and bloomShould keep them lingering by my tomb.
above behold eyes fearful leave race region ruins stones trace vanish white
But I behold a fearful sign,To which the white men's eyes are blind;Their race may vanish hence, like mine,And leave no trace behind,Save ruins o'er the region spread,And the white stones above the dead.