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
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.
bloody cause host noble placed pure sons thee thy
Pure was thy life; its bloody closeHath placed thee with the sons of light,Among the noble host of thoseWho perished in the cause of Right.
crimson distant eye figure flight floats mark might painted thee thy
Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
blooms early gorgeous humble midst passed smile smiles stayed thee thy
Thy early smile has stayed my walk;But midst the gorgeous blooms of May,I passed thee on thy humble stalk.
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
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.
along power thy whose
There is a power whose careTeaches thy way along that pathless coast, --
along care power teaches thy whose
There is a power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast, --
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.
bolt born endurance foul heed hissing nor shall side surely thy victory
Nor heed the shaft too surely cast, The foul and hissing bolt of scorn; For with thy side shall dwell, at last, The victory of endurance born
boundless certain lead sky steps thy tread zone
He who, from zone to zone,Guides through the boundless sky thy certain flight,In the long way that I must tread alone,Will lead my steps aright.
boundless certain guides lead sky steps thy tread zone
He who, from zone to zone, Guides through the boundless sky thy certain flight, In the long way that I must tread alone, Will lead my steps aright.
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.