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
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, --
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. . . .
ancient gray great meadows melancholy poured quietness rivers round solemn tomb woods
The hills,Rock-ribbed, and ancient as the sun, -- the valesStretching in pensive quietness between;The venerable woods -- rivers that moveIn majesty, and the complaining brooksThat make the meadows green; and, poured round all,Old Ocean's gray and melancholy waste, --Are but the solemn decorations allOf the great tomb of man.
hinges stand till turn wait
I stand and calmly wait till the hinges turn for me.
overflow pauses tender words
Tender pauses speakThe overflow of gladness,When words are all too weak.
curb forward free last limit mankind shall spirit
Here the free spirit of mankind, at length,Throws its last fetters off; and who shall placeA limit to the giant's unchained strength,Or curb his swiftness in the forward race?
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.
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.
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.
brighter fair lately light softer
Where are the flowers, the fair young flowers, that lately sprang and stoodIn brighter light and softer airs, a beauteous sisterhood?
dost gentle perfumes thou
Where hast thou wandered. gentle gale, to find the perfumes thou dost bring?