Poems by William Cullen Bryant
The Fountain
... A rich turf Of grasses brought from far o'ercrept thy bank, ...
A Song of Pitcairn's Island
... But thine were fairer yet!I'm glad to see my infant wear ...
After a Tempest
... in the way Strolled groups of damsels frolicksome and fair ...
The Constellations
... Have these No train of flaming watchers, that shall mark ...
Consumption
... Shall deck her for men's eyes---but not for thine--- ...
Inscription for the Entrance to a Wood
... The rivulet Sends forth glad sounds, and tripping o'er its bed ...
June
... These to their softened hearts should bear ...
The Living Lost
... And love, though fallen and branded, still ...
Love and Folly
... While streamed afresh her graceful tears, ...
October
... Might wear out life like thee, 'mid bowers and brooks ...
Spring in Town
... Send the dark locks with which their brows are dressed, ...
The Death of the Flowers
... Where are the flowers, the fair young flowers, that lately sprang and stood ...
The Skies
... Thence look the thoughtful stars, and there ...
To A Cloud
... O'er Greece long fettered and oppressed,Whose sons at length have heard the call that comes ...
Life
... These limbs, now strong, shall creep with pain, ...
