William Cullen Bryant

"'Tis sweet, in the green Spring,     To gaze upon the wakening fields around;     Birds in the thicket sing,     Winds whisper, waters prattle"

"Come take our boy, and we will go     Before our cabin door;     The winds shall bring us, as they blow,     The murmurs of the shore;     And"

"Soon as the glazed and gleaming snow     Reflects the day-dawn cold and clear,     The hunter of the west must go     In depth of woods to seek"

"Among our hills and valleys, I have known     Wise and grave men, who, while their diligent hands     Tended or gathered in the fruits of earth,"

"Region of life and light!     Land of the good whose earthly toils are o'er!     Nor frost nor heat may blight     Thy vernal beauty, fertile s"

"I had a dream, a strange, wild dream,     Said a dear voice at early light;     And even yet its shadows seem     To linger in my waking sight."

"Supposed To Be Written At A Hamlet Near The Foot Of Mont Blanc.     Not from the sands or cloven rocks,     Thou rapid Arve! thy waters flow;"

"Beneath the forest's skirts I rest,     Whose branching pines rise dark and high,     And hear the breezes of the West     Among the threaded f"

"Gather him to his grave again,     And solemnly and softly lay,     Beneath the verdure of the plain,     The warrior's scattered bones away."

"My friend, thou sorrowest for thy golden prime,     For thy fair youthful years too swift of flight;     Thou musest, with wet eyes, upon the ti"

"It was a hundred years ago,     When, by the woodland ways,     The traveller saw the wild deer drink,     Or crop the birchen sprays.     Be"

"When breezes are soft and skies are fair,     I steal an hour from study and care,     And hie me away to the woodland scene,     Where wanders"

"Fountain, that springest on this grassy slope,     Thy quick cool murmur mingles pleasantly,     With the cool sound of breezes in the beach,"

"I broke the spell that held me long,     The dear, dear witchery of song.     I said, the poet's idle lore     Shall waste my prime of years no"

""Oh father, let us hence, for hark,     A fearful murmur shakes the air.     The clouds are coming swift and dark:     What horrid shapes they"

"Love's worshippers alone can know     The thousand mysteries that are his;     His blazing torch, his twanging bow,     His blooming age are my"

"Upon a rock that, high and sheer,     Rose from the mountain's breast,     A weary hunter of the deer     Had sat him down to rest,     And ba"

"And he delivered them into the hands of the Gibeonites, and they hanged them in the hill before the Lord; and they fell all seven together, and we"

""I know where the timid fawn abides     In the depths of the shaded dell,     Where the leaves are broad and the thicket hides,     With its ma"

"Blessed, yet sinful one, and broken-hearted!     The crowd are pointing at the thing forlorn,     In wonder and in scorn!     Thou weepest days"

"This is the church which Pisa, great and free,     Reared to St. Catharine. How the time-stained walls,     That earthquakes shook not from thei"

"Beautiful cloud! with folds so soft and fair,     Swimming in the pure quiet air!     Thy fleeces bathed in sunlight, while below     Thy shado"

"The earth was sown with early flowers,     The heavens were blue and bright,     I met a youthful cavalier     As lovely as the light.     I k"

"I.     Ye winds, ye unseen currents of the air,     Softly ye played a few brief hours ago;     Ye bore the murmuring bee; ye tossed the hair"

"Beneath the waning moon I walk at night,     And muse on human life, for all around     Are dim uncertain shapes that cheat the sight,     And"

"Thine eyes shall see the light of distant skies:     Yet, COLE! thy heart shall bear to Europe's strand     A living image of thy native land,"

"Earth's children cleave to Earth, her frail     Decaying children dread decay.     Yon wreath of mist that leaves the vale,     And lessens in"

"Stranger, if thou hast learned a truth which needs     No school of long experience, that the world     Is full of guilt and misery, and hast se"

"It is a fearful night; a feeble glare     Streams from the sick moon in the o'erclouded sky;     The ridgy billows, with a mighty cry,     Rush"

"Spirit that breathest through my lattice, thou     That cool'st the twilight of the sultry day,     Gratefully flows thy freshness round my brow"

"I saw an aged man upon his bier,     His hair was thin and white, and on his brow     A record of the cares of many a year;     Cares that were"

"Lament who will, in fruitless tears,     The speed with which our moments fly;     I sigh not over vanished years,     But watch the years that"

"How shall I know thee in the sphere which keeps     The disembodied spirits of the dead,     When all of thee that time could wither sleeps"

"When freedom, from the land of Spain,     By Spain's degenerate sons was driven,     Who gave their willing limbs again     To wear the chain s"

"I gazed upon the glorious sky     And the green mountains round,     And thought that when I came to lie     Within the silent ground,     'Tw"

"Alexis calls me cruel;     The rifted crags that hold     The gathered ice of winter,     He says, are not more cold.     When even the very"

"I.     Here we halt our march, and pitch our tent     On the rugged forest ground,     And light our fire with the branches rent     By winds fro"

"I cannot forget with what fervid devotion     I worshipped the vision of verse and of fame.     Each gaze at the glories of earth, sky, and ocea"

"What heroes from the woodland sprung,     When, through the fresh awakened land,     The thrilling cry of freedom rung,     And to the work of"

"'Tis said, when Schiller's death drew nigh,     The wish possessed his mighty mind,     To wander forth wherever lie     The homes and haunts o"

"I buckle to my slender side     The pistol and the scimitar,     And in my maiden flower and pride     Am come to share the tasks of war."

"I stand upon my native hills again,     Broad, round, and green, that in the summer sky     With garniture of waving grass and grain,     Orcha"

"When, as the garish day is done,     Heaven burns with the descended sun,     'Tis passing sweet to mark,     Amid that flush of crimson light,"

"The night winds howled, the billows dashed     Against the tossing chest;     And Dana to her broken heart     Her slumbering infant pressed."

"There sits a lovely maiden,     The ocean murmuring nigh;     She throws the hook, and watches;     The fishes pass it by.     A ring, with a"

"Let me move slowly through the street,     Filled with an ever-shifting train,     Amid the sound of steps that beat     The murmuring walks li"

"Fair is thy site, Sorrento, green thy shore,     Black crags behind thee pierce the clear blue skies;     The sea, whose borderers ruled the wor"

"It is the spot I came to seek,     My fathers' ancient burial-place     Ere from these vales, ashamed and weak,     Withdrew our wasted race."

"When the firmament quivers with daylight's young beam,     And the woodlands awaking burst into a hymn,     And the glow of the sky blazes back"

"Chains may subdue the feeble spirit, but thee,     Tell, of the iron heart! they could not tame!     For thou wert of the mountains; they procla"

"Oh! could I hope the wise and pure in heart     Might hear my song without a frown, nor deem     My voice unworthy of the theme it tries,     I"

"Erewhile, on England's pleasant shores, our sires     Left not their churchyards unadorned with shades     Or blossoms; and indulgent to the str"

"If slumber, sweet Lisena!     Have stolen o'er thine eyes,     As night steals o'er the glory     Of spring's transparent skies;     Wake, in"

"The earth may ring, from shore to shore,     With echoes of a glorious name,     But he, whose loss our tears deplore,     Has left behind him"

"It is a sultry day; the sun has drunk     The dew that lay upon the morning grass;     There is no rustling in the lofty elm     That canopies"

"Lord of the winds! I feel thee nigh,     I know thy breath in the burning sky!     And I wait, with a thrill in every vein,     For the coming"

"Oh fairest of the rural maids!     Thy birth was in the forest shades;     Green boughs, and glimpses of the sky,     Were all that met thy inf"

"Far back in the ages,     The plough with wreaths was crowned;     The hands of kings and sages     Entwined the chaplet round;     Till men o"

"Gone are the glorious Greeks of old,     Glorious in mien and mind;     Their bones are mingled with the mould,     Their dust is on the wind;"

"'Tis not with gilded sabres     That gleam in baldricks blue,     Nor nodding plumes in caps of Fez,     Of gay and gaudy hue,     But, habite"