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
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.
american-poet apple blossoms flowers glad infant plant sick silent
A world of blossoms for the bee, Flowers for the sick girl's silent room, For the glad infant sprigs of bloom, We plant with the apple tree.
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.
beauty blossom faded fair grew meek youthful
And then I think of one who in her youthful beauty died,The fair meek blossom that grew up and faded by my side. . . .
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, --
earth heal hope life meet memory mind pleasant praise sleep tortured
The praise of those who sleep in earth,The pleasant memory of their worth,The hope to meet when life is past,Shall heal the tortured mind at last.
earth heal hope life meet memory mind pleasant praise shall sleep tortured
The praise of those who sleep in earth, The pleasant memory of their worth, The hope to meet when life is past, Shall heal the tortured mind at last.
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.
dim gaze image shall tears thy till wilder
Gaze on them, till the tears shall dim thy sight,But keep that earlier, wilder image bright.
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.