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
boundless earth fresh gardens man sinned
These are the Gardens of the Desert, theseThe unshorn fields, boundless and beautiful,And fresh as the young earth, ere man had sinned --
appointed course life mighty rolls struggling tides
These struggling tides of life that seemIn wayward, aimless course to tend,Are eddies of the mighty streamThat rolls to its appointed end.
changing hear march rushing stormy valley
The stormy March has come at last,With wind, and cloud, and changing skies;I hear the rushing of the blast,That through the snowy valley flies.
changing hear march rushing stormy valley
The stormy March has come at last, With wind, and cloud, and changing skies; I hear the rushing of the blast, That through the snowy valley flies.
ape climb copied darker fortunes ways
So they, who climb to wealth, forgetThe friends in darker fortunes tried.I copied them -- but I regretThat I should ape the ways of pride.
airs asleep calm fields moon riding summer
The moon is at her full, and, riding high,Floods the calm fields with light.The airs that hover in the summer skyAre all asleep to-night.
deep glory riches strength thy
Deep in the brightness of the skiesThe thronging years in glory rise.And, as they fleet,Drop strength and riches at thy feet.
breaks wilderness wind
All at onceA fresher wind sweeps by, and breaks my dream,And I am in the wilderness alone.
breaks wilderness wind
All at once A fresher wind sweeps by, and breaks my dream, And I am in the wilderness alone.
dost faults judgment quick thou
Thou dost knowThe faults to which the young are ever prone;The will is quick to act, the judgment weak.
gentle perish
So gentle and so beautiful, should perish with the flowers.
built firmament glorious hand hath man smoothed sown
Man hath no part in all this glorious work:The hand that built the firmament hath heavedAnd smoothed these verdant swells, and sown their slopesWith herbage. . . .
built firmament glorious hand hath man smoothed sown
Man hath no part in all this glorious work: The hand that built the firmament hath heaved And smoothed these verdant swells, and sown their slopes With herbage. . . .
earth lovely pass
Loveliest of lovely things are they, On earth, that soonest pass away