Poems by William Cullen Bryant
In Memory of John Lothrop Motley
... And should the day oertake us when, at last, ...
The Hunter's Serenade
... Come, the young violets crowd my door, ...
From: An Evening Revery
... Well they have done their office, those bright hours, ...
To a Musquito
... Shone through the snowy veils like stars through mist ...
To a Waterfowl
... Guides through the boundless sky thy certain flight, ...
The Waning Moon
... The spheres of heaven shalt cease to shine, ...
Song of the Stars
... Where the small waves dance, and the young woods lean ...
The Serenade
... Their chambers close and green ...
From The Spanish Of Villegas
... Shines, at their feet, the thirst-inviting brook ...
Oh Fairest of the Rural Maids
... Thy sports, thy wanderings, when a child, ...
An Indian at the Burial-Place of his Fathers.
... Who bore their lifeless chieftain forth-- ...
Summer Wind
... He is come, Shaking a shower of blossoms from the shrubs, ...
The Old Man's Funeral
... Lingers like twilight hues, when the bright sun is set ...
The Lapse of Time
... Whose doom would tear thee from my heart ...
"Innocent child and snow-white flower!"
... Stainless with stainless, and sweet with sweet ...
