William Cullen Bryant Poems (41 Poems)
Catterskill Falls (William Cullen Bryant Poems)
Midst greens and shades the Catterskill leaps,From cliffs where the wood-flower clings;All summer he moistens his verdant steepsWith the sweet light spray of the mountain springs;And he shakes the woods on the mountain side,When they drip with the rains of … Continue reading
A Meditation On Rhode-Island Coal (William Cullen Bryant Poems)
I sat beside the glowing grate, fresh heapedWith Newport coal, and as the flame grew bright–The many-coloured flame–and played and leaped,I thought of rainbows and the northern light,Moore’s Lalla Rookh, the Treasury Report,And other brilliant matters of the sort. And … Continue reading
An Indian Story (William Cullen Bryant Poems)
‘I know where the timid fawn abidesIn the depths of the shaded dell,Where the leaves are broad and the thicket hides,With its many stems and its tangled sides,From the eye of the hunter well. ‘I know where the young May … Continue reading
A Hymn of The Sea (William Cullen Bryant Poems)
The sea is mighty, but a mightier swaysHis restless billows. Thou, whose hands have scoopedHis boundless gulfs and built his shore, thy breath,That moved in the beginning o’er his face,Moves o’er it evermore. The obedient wavesTo its strong motion roll, … Continue reading
A Walk at Sunset (William Cullen Bryant Poems)
When insect wings are glistening in the beamOf the low sun, and mountain-tops are bright,Oh, let me, by the crystal valley-stream,Wander amid the mild and mellow light;And while the wood-thrush pipes his evening lay,Give me one lonely hour to hymn … Continue reading
An Indian at the Burial-Place of his Fathers. (William Cullen Bryant Poems)
It is the spot I came to seek,–My fathers’ ancient burial-placeEre from these vales, ashamed and weak,Withdrew our wasted race.It is the spot–I know it well–Of which our old traditions tell. For here the upland bank sends outA ridge toward … Continue reading
Constellations, The (William Cullen Bryant Poems)
O constellations of the early night,That sparkled brighter as the twilight died,And made the darkness glorious! I have seenYour rays grow dim upon the horizon’s edge,And sink behind the mountains. I have seenThe great Orion, with his jewelled belt,That large-limbed … Continue reading
A Summer Ramble (William Cullen Bryant Poems)
The quiet August noon has come,A slumberous silence fills the sky,The fields are still, the woods are dumb,In glassy sleep the waters lie. And mark yon soft white clouds that restAbove our vale, a moveless throng;The cattle on the mountain’s … Continue reading
Autumn Woods (William Cullen Bryant Poems)
Ere, in the northern gale,The summer tresses of the trees are gone,The woods of Autumn, all around our vale,Have put their glory on. The mountains that infold,In their wide sweep, the coloured landscape round,Seem groups of giant kings, in purple … Continue reading
America (William Cullen Bryant Poems)
OH mother of a mighty race,Yet lovely in thy youthful grace!The elder dames, thy haughty peers,Admire and hate thy blooming years.With words of shameAnd taunts of scorn they join thy name. For on thy cheeks the glow is spreadThat tints … Continue reading
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