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
hinges stand till turn wait
I stand and calmly wait till the hinges turn for me.
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.
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.
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
desert sadly sea thoughtful wild
Wild was the day; the wintry sea Moaned sadly on New England's strand, When first the thoughtful and the free, Our fathers, trod the desert land.
breath delicate forest great issues soul upholding visible
That delicate forest flower,With scented breath and look so like a smile,Seems, as it issues from the shapeless mould,An emanation of the indwelling Life,A visible token of the upholding Love,That are the soul of this great universe.
breath delicate forest great issues smiles soul universe upholding visible
That delicate forest flower, With scented breath and look so like a smile, Seems, as it issues from the shapeless mould, An emanation of the indwelling Life, A visible token of the upholding Love, That are the soul of this great universe.
among crushed dies earth eternal god rise shall
Truth, crushed to earth, shall rise again;Th' eternal years of God are hers;But Error, wounded, writhes in pain,And dies among his worshippers.
among crushed dies eternal god rise shall
Truth, crushed to earth, shall rise again; Th' eternal years of God are hers; But Error, wounded, writhes in pain, And dies among his worshippers.
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.
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
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.
dost gentle perfumes thou
Where hast thou wandered. gentle gale, to find the perfumes thou dost bring?
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.