The Skies – William Cullen Bryant

The Skies Ay! gloriously thou standest there, Beautiful, boundless firmament! That swelling wide o’er earth and air, And round the horizon bent, With thy bright…

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The Flood Of Years – William Cullen Bryant

The Flood Of Years A MIGHTY Hand, from an exhaustless Urn, Pours forth the never-ending Flood of Years, Among the nations. How the rushing waves…

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Romero – William Cullen Bryant

Romero When freedom, from the land of Spain, By Spain’s degenerate sons was driven, Who gave their willing limbs again To wear the chain so…

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From An Evening Revery – William Cullen Bryant

From An Evening Revery FROM AN UNFINISHED POEM The summer day is closed–the sun is set: Well they have done their office, those bright hours,…

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The Old Man’s Funeral – William Cullen Bryant

The Old Man’s Funeral Ye sigh not when the sun, his course fulfilled, His glorious course, rejoicing earth and sky, In the soft evening, when…

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The Constellations – William Cullen Bryant

The Constellations O constellations of the early night, That sparkled brighter as the twilight died, And made the darkness glorious! I have seen Your rays…

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Mary Magdalen – William Cullen Bryant

Mary Magdalen FROM THE SPANISH OF BARTOLOME LEONARDO DE ARGENSOLA. Blessed, yet sinful one, and broken-hearted! The crowd are pointing at the thing forlorn, In…

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After A Tempest – William Cullen Bryant

After A Tempest The day had been a day of wind and storm;– The wind was laid, the storm was overpast,– And stooping from the…

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The Yellow Violet – William Cullen Bryant

The Yellow Violet When beechen buds begin to swell, And woods the blue-bird’s warble know, The yellow violet’s modest bell Peeps from last-year’s leaves below….

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The Hunter’s Serenade – William Cullen Bryant

The Hunter’s Serenade Thy bower is finished, fairest! Fit bower for hunter’s bride– Where old woods overshadow The green savanna’s side. I’ve wandered long, and…

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Summer Wind – William Cullen Bryant

Summer Wind It is a sultry day; the sun has drank The dew that lay upon the morning grass, There is no rustling in the…

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June – William Cullen Bryant

June I gazed upon the glorious sky And the green mountains round, And thought that when I came to lie At rest within the ground,…

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A Forest Hymn – William Cullen Bryant

A Forest Hymn The groves were God’s first temples. Ere man learned To hew the shaft, and lay the architrave, And spread the roof above…

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The Siesta – William Cullen Bryant

The Siesta FROM THE SPANISH. Vientecico murmurador, Que lo gozas y andas todo, &c. Airs, that wander and murmur round, Bearing delight where’er ye blow!…

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The Death Of Aliatar – William Cullen Bryant

The Death Of Aliatar FROM THE SPANISH. ‘Tis not with gilded sabres That gleam in baldricks blue, Nor nodding plumes in caps of Fez, Of…

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Robert Of Lincoln – William Cullen Bryant

Robert Of Lincoln Merrily swinging on briar and weed, Near to the nest of his little dame, Over the mountain-side or mead, Robert of Lincoln…

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Fatima And Raduan – William Cullen Bryant

Fatima And Raduan FROM THE SPANISH. Diamante falso y fingido, Engastado en pedernal, &c. ‘False diamond set in flint! the caverns of the mine Are…

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When The Firmament Quivers With Daylight’s Young Beam – William Cullen Bryant

When The Firmament Quivers With Daylight’s Young Beam When the firmament quivers with daylight’s young beam, And the woodlands awaking burst into a hymn, And…

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The New Moon – William Cullen Bryant

The New Moon When, as the garish day is done, Heaven burns with the descended sun, ‘Tis passing sweet to mark, Amid that flush of…

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The Child’s Funeral – William Cullen Bryant

The Child’s Funeral Fair is thy site, Sorrento, green thy shore, Black crags behind thee pierce the clear blue skies; The sea, whose borderers ruled…

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Midsummer – William Cullen Bryant

Midsummer A SONNET. A power is on the earth and in the air, From which the vital spirit shrinks afraid, And shelters him, in nooks…

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America – William Cullen Bryant

America OH mother of a mighty race, Yet lovely in thy youthful grace! The elder dames, thy haughty peers, Admire and hate thy blooming years….

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To The Fringed Gentian – William Cullen Bryant

To The Fringed Gentian Thou blossom bright with autumn dew, And colored with the heaven’s own blue, That openest when the quiet light Succeeds the…

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The Hurricane – William Cullen Bryant

The Hurricane Lord of the winds! I feel thee nigh, I know thy breath in the burning sky! And I wait, with a thrill in…

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Thanatopsis – William Cullen Bryant

Thanatopsis To him who in the love of nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language; for his gayer hours She…

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Inscription For The Entrance To A Wood – William Cullen Bryant

Inscription For The Entrance To A Wood Stranger, if thou hast learned a truth which needs No school of long experience, that the world Is…

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A Dream – William Cullen Bryant

A Dream I had a dream–a strange, wild dream– Said a dear voice at early light; And even yet its shadows seem To linger in…

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The Strange Lady – William Cullen Bryant

The Strange Lady The summer morn is bright and fresh, the birds are darting by, As if they loved to breast the breeze that sweeps…

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The Death Of Slavery – William Cullen Bryant

The Death Of Slavery O THOU great Wrong, that, through the slow-paced years, Didst hold thy millions fettered, and didst wield The scourge that drove…

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Oh Fairest Of The Rural Maids – William Cullen Bryant

Oh Fairest Of The Rural Maids Oh fairest of the rural maids! Thy birth was in the forest shades; Green boughs, and glimpses of the…

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Earth – William Cullen Bryant

Earth A midnight black with clouds is in the sky; I seem to feel, upon my limbs, the weight Of its vast brooding shadow. All…

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West Wind, The – William Cullen Bryant

West Wind, The Beneath the forest’s skirts I rest, Whose branching pines rise dark and high, And hear the breezes of the West Among the…

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The Massacre At Scio – William Cullen Bryant

The Massacre At Scio Weep not for Scio’s children slain; Their blood, by Turkish falchions shed, Sends not its cry to Heaven in vain For…

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The Conjunction Of Jupiter And Venus – William Cullen Bryant

The Conjunction Of Jupiter And Venus I would not always reason. The straight path Wearies us with its never-varying lines, And we grow melancholy. I…

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Mutation – William Cullen Bryant

Mutation They talk of short-lived pleasure–be it so– Pain dies as quickly; stern, hard-featured pain Expires, and lets her weary prisoner go. The fiercest agonies…

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A Walk At Sunset – William Cullen Bryant

A Walk At Sunset When insect wings are glistening in the beam Of the low sun, and mountain-tops are bright, Oh, let me, by the…

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The Winds – William Cullen Bryant

The Winds I. Ye winds, ye unseen currents of the air, Softly ye played a few brief hours ago; Ye bore the murmuring bee; ye…

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The Hunter Of The Prairies – William Cullen Bryant

The Hunter Of The Prairies Ay, this is freedom!–these pure skies Were never stained with village smoke: The fragrant wind, that through them flies, Is…

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Sonnet From The Portuguese Of Semedo – William Cullen Bryant

Sonnet From The Portuguese Of Semedo It is a fearful night; a feeble glare Streams from the sick moon in the o’erclouded sky; The ridgy…

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In Memory Of John Lothrop Motley – William Cullen Bryant

In Memory Of John Lothrop Motley SLEEP, Motley, with the great of ancient days, Who wrote for all the years that yet shall be! Sleep…

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The Rivulet – William Cullen Bryant

The Rivulet This little rill, that from the springs Of yonder grove its current brings, Plays on the slope a while, and then Goes prattling…

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The Death Of Schiller – William Cullen Bryant

The Death Of Schiller ‘Tis said, when Schiller’s death drew nigh, The wish possessed his mighty mind, To wander forth wherever lie The homes and…

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Rizpah – William Cullen Bryant

Rizpah And he delivered them into the hands of the Gibeonites, and they hanged them in the hill before the Lord; and they fell all…

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Constellations, The – William Cullen Bryant

Constellations, The O constellations of the early night, That sparkled brighter as the twilight died, And made the darkness glorious! I have seen Your rays…

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William Tell – William Cullen Bryant

William Tell A SONNET. Chains may subdue the feeble spirit, but thee, Tell, of the iron heart! they could not tame! For thou wert of…

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The Old Man’s Counsel – William Cullen Bryant

The Old Man’s Counsel Among our hills and valleys, I have known Wise and grave men, who, while their diligent hands Tended or gathered in…

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The Conqueror’s Grave – William Cullen Bryant

The Conqueror’s Grave WITHIN this lowly grave a Conqueror lies, And yet the monument proclaims it not, Nor round the sleeper’s name hath chisel wrought…

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Love In The Age Of Chivalry – William Cullen Bryant

Love In The Age Of Chivalry FROM PEYRE VIDAL, THE TROUBADOUR. The earth was sown with early flowers, The heavens were blue and bright– I…

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A Summer Ramble – William Cullen Bryant

A Summer Ramble The quiet August noon has come, A slumberous silence fills the sky, The fields are still, the woods are dumb, In glassy…

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The Wind And Stream – William Cullen Bryant

The Wind And Stream A brook came stealing from the ground; You scarcely saw its silvery gleam Among the herbs that hung around The borders…

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The Hunter’s Vision – William Cullen Bryant

The Hunter’s Vision Upon a rock that, high and sheer, Rose from the mountain’s breast, A weary hunter of the deer Had sat him down…

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Spring In Town – William Cullen Bryant

Spring In Town The country ever has a lagging Spring, Waiting for May to call its violets forth, And June its roses–showers and sunshine bring,…

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Hymn To Death – William Cullen Bryant

Hymn To Death Oh! could I hope the wise and pure in heart Might hear my song without a frown, nor deem My voice unworthy…

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The Serenade – William Cullen Bryant

The Serenade FROM THE SPANISH. If slumber, sweet Lisena! Have stolen o’er thine eyes, As night steals o’er the glory Of spring’s transparent skies; Wake,…

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The Death Of Lincoln – William Cullen Bryant

The Death Of Lincoln Oh, slow to smit and swift to spare, Gentle and merciful and just! Who, in the fear of God, didst bear…

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October – William Cullen Bryant

October Ay, thou art welcome, heaven’s delicious breath! When woods begin to wear the crimson leaf, And suns grow meek, and the meek suns grow…

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Catterskill Falls – William Cullen Bryant

Catterskill Falls Midst greens and shades the Catterskill leaps, From cliffs where the wood-flower clings; All summer he moistens his verdant steeps With the sweet…

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Version Of A Fragment Of Simonides – William Cullen Bryant

Version Of A Fragment Of Simonides The night winds howled–the billows dashed Against the tossing chest; And Danae to her broken heart Her slumbering infant…

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The Maiden’s Sorrow – William Cullen Bryant

The Maiden’s Sorrow Seven long years has the desert rain Dropped on the clods that hide thy face; Seven long years of sorrow and pain…

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The Battle-Field – William Cullen Bryant

The Battle-Field Once this soft turf, this rivulet’s sands, Were trampled by a hurrying crowd, And fiery hearts and armed hands Encountered in the battle…

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