Who is William Cullen Bryant

William Cullen Bryant (November 3, 1794 – June 12, 1878) was an American romantic poet, journalist, and long-time editor of the New York Evening Post.

Youth and education Engraving of Bryant c. 1843 Bryant was born on November 3, 1794, in a log cabin near Cummington, Massachusetts; the home of his birth is today marked with a plaque. He was the second son of Peter Bryant (b. Aug. 12, 1767, d. Mar. 20, 1820), a doctor and later a state legislator, ...
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William Cullen Bryant Poems

  • The Battle-field.
    Once this soft turf, this rivulet's sands,
    Were trampled by a hurrying crowd,
    And fiery hearts and armed hands
    Encountered in the battle cloud. ...
  • An Evening Revery. - From An Unfinished Poem.
    The summer day is closed, the sun is set:
    Well they have done their office, those bright hours,
    The latest of whose train goes softly out
    In the red West. The green blade of the ground ...
  • Earth.
    A midnight black with clouds is in the sky;
    I seem to feel, upon my limbs, the weight
    Of its vast brooding shadow. All in vain
    Turns the tired eye in search of form; no star ...
  • A Presentiment.
    "Oh father, let us hence, for hark,
    A fearful murmur shakes the air.
    The clouds are coming swift and dark:
    What horrid shapes they wear! ...
  • The Return Of Youth.
    My friend, thou sorrowest for thy golden prime,
    For thy fair youthful years too swift of flight;
    Thou musest, with wet eyes, upon the time
    Of cheerful hopes that filled the world with light, ...
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Top 10 most used topics by William Cullen Bryant

Earth 169 Light 149 Long 144 I Love You 135 Love 135 Life 133 Bright 129 Away 123 Heart 116 Green 115


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  • Elsamc1878: “a brook came stealing from the ground; you scarcely saw its silvery gleam among the herbs that hung around the borders of the winding stream, the pretty stream, the placid stream, the softly-gliding, bashful stream.” —william cullen bryant
  • Dchoskin: difficulty, my brethren, is the nurse of greatness a harsh nurse, who roughly rocks her foster children into strength and athletic proportion. -william cullen bryant
  • Cicuellar: autumn...the year's last, loveliest smile. william cullen bryant
  • Cicuellar: wishing everyone a most blessed and joyous autumnal sunday. my peace i leave you… autumn...the year's last, loveliest smile. william cullen bryant
  • Quotes1book: and we wept that one so lovely should have a life so brief - william cullen bryant
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