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
courage dreary fear hope image less remembered sea smile thy
Yet will that beauteous image makeThe dreary sea less drearAnd thy remembered smile will wakeThe hope that tramples fear
brave courage fought hope land shall soil warm
Ah! never shall the land forgetHow gushed the life-blood of her brave --Gushed, warm with hope and courage yet,Upon the soil they fought to save.
brave courage forget fought hope land shall soil warm
Ah! never shall the land forget How gushed the life-blood of her brave -- Gushed, warm with hope and courage yet, Upon the soil they fought to save.
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?
children summer
Summer wanes; the children are grown;Fun and frolic no more he knows. . . .
beautiful visions youth
The visions of my youth are pastToo bright, too beautiful to last.
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
fire frightful left scar wrath
And wrath has left its scar -- that fire of hellHas left its frightful scar upon my soul.
blast hand mouth shall standard sword thy triumph
Another hand thy sword shall wield,Another hand the standard wave,Till from the trumpet's mouth is pealedThe blast of triumph o'er thy grave.
blast hand mouth shall standard sword thy till triumph
Another hand thy sword shall wield, Another hand the standard wave, Till from the trumpet's mouth is pealed The blast of triumph o'er thy grave.
language love nature various visible
To him who in the love of Nature holdsCommunion with her visible forms, she speaksA various language.
breath change forms glorious living thus
Thus change the forms of being. Thus ariseRaces of living things, glorious in strength,And perish, as the quickening breath of GodFills them, or is withdrawn.