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William Cullen Bryant
William Cullen Bryant

William Cullen Bryant studied and practiced law, all the while writing poetry and eventually becoming long-time editor of the New York Evening Post. His most famous work is the poem "Thanatopsis."

Date of Birth: November 03, 1974
Date of Death: June 12, 1878


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William Cullen Bryant

"So live that when thy summons comes to joinThe innumerable caravan that movesTo that mysterious realm, where each shall takeHis chamber in the silent halls of death,Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night,Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothedBy an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave,Like one who wraps the drapery of his couchAbout him, and lies down to pleasant dreams." William Cullen Bryant
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"The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods and meadows brown and sear." William Cullen Bryant
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Sadness   

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"Oh mother of a mighty race,Yet lovely in thy youthful grace!The elder dames, thy haughty peers,Admire and hate thy blooming years." William Cullen Bryant
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Grace   

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"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." William Cullen Bryant
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"Where are the flowers, the fair young flowers, that lately sprang and stoodIn brighter light and softer airs, a beauteous sisterhood?" William Cullen Bryant
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"Poetry is that art which selects and arranges the symbols of thought in such a manner as to excite the imagination the most powerfully and delightfully" William Cullen Bryant
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Art   

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"How shall I know thee in the sphere which keepsThe disembodied spirits of the dead,When all of thee that time could wither sleepsAnd perishes among the dust we tread?" William Cullen Bryant
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"How fast the flitting figures come!The mild, the fierce, the stony face;Some bright with thoughtless smiles, and someWhere secret tears have left their trace." William Cullen Bryant
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"We plant, upon the sunny lea,A shadow for the noontide hour,A shelter from the summer shower,When we plant the apple-tree." William Cullen Bryant
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"Autumn, the year's last, loveliest smile." William Cullen Bryant
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Smile   

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"Weep not that the world changes - did it keep a stable, changeless state, it were cause indeed to weep" William Cullen Bryant
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"Thy early smile has stayed my walk;But midst the gorgeous blooms of May,I passed thee on thy humble stalk." William Cullen Bryant
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Smile   

William Cullen Bryant

"All at once A fresher wind sweeps by, and breaks my dream, And I am in the wilderness alone." William Cullen Bryant
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William Cullen Bryant

"The stormy March has come at last, With wind, and cloud, and changing skies; I hear the rushing of the blast, That through the snowy valley flies." William Cullen Bryant
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William Cullen Bryant

"Weep not that the world changes - did it keep a stable, changeless state, it were cause indeed to weep." William Cullen Bryant
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William Cullen Bryant

"And suns grow meek, and the meek suns grow brief, and the year smiles as it draws near its death." William Cullen Bryant
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William Cullen Bryant

"Poetry is that art which selects and arranges the symbols of thought in such a manner as to excite the imagination the most powerfully and delightfully." William Cullen Bryant
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William Cullen Bryant

"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." William Cullen Bryant
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William Cullen Bryant

"Thou blossom bright with autumn dew,And colored with the heaven's own blue. . . ." William Cullen Bryant
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Autumn   

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"The air was fragrant with a thousand trodden aromatic herbs, with fields of lavender, and with the brightest roses blushing in tufts all over the meadows. . . ." William Cullen Bryant
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"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." William Cullen Bryant
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