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Our Fellow-worshippers Our Fellow-worshippers

Our Fellow-worshippers
Think not that thou and I Are here the only worshippers to day, Beneath this glorious sky, Mid the soft airs that o'er the meadows play; These airs, whose breathing stirs The fresh grass, are our fellow-worshippers. See, as they pass, they swing The censers of a thousand flowers that bend O'er the young herbs of spring, And the sweet odors like a prayer ascend, While, passing thence, the breeze... Poems - Post by : origwmn - Date : June 2011 - Author : William Cullen Bryant - Read : 2255

The Flood Of Years The Flood Of Years

The Flood Of Years
A mighty Hand, from an exhaustless Urn, Pours forth the never-ending Flood of Years, Among the nations. How the rushing waves Bear all before them! On their foremost edge, And there alone, is Life. The Present there Tosses and foams, and fills the air with roar Of mingled noises. There are they who toil, And they who strive, and they who feast, and they Who hurry to and fro. The sturdy swain-- Woodman and delver with the spade--is there, And busy artisan beside his bench, And pallid student with his... Poems - Post by : tonyaz - Date : June 2011 - Author : William Cullen Bryant - Read : 2009

Christmas In 1875 Christmas In 1875

Christmas In 1875
SUPPOSED TO BE WRITTEN BY A SPANIARD. No trumpet-blast profaned The hour in which the Prince of Peace was born; No bloody streamlet stained Earth's silver rivers on that sacred morn; But, o'er the peaceful plain, The war-horse drew the peasant's loaded wain. The soldier had laid by The sword and stripped the corselet from his breast, And hung his helm on high-- The sparrow's winter... Poems - Post by : steve_popen - Date : June 2011 - Author : William Cullen Bryant - Read : 2833

A Lifetime A Lifetime

A Lifetime
I sit in the early twilight, And, through the gathering shade, I look on the fields around me Where yet a child I played. And I peer into the shadows, Till they seem to pass away, And the fields and their tiny brooklet Lie clear in the light of day. A delicate child and slender, With lock of light-brown hair, From knoll to knoll is leaping In the breezy summer air. He stoops to gather blossoms... Poems - Post by : Dennis_Becker - Date : June 2011 - Author : William Cullen Bryant - Read : 3152

A Legend Of The Delawares A Legend Of The Delawares

A Legend Of The Delawares
The air is dark with cloud on cloud, And, through the leaden-colored mass, With thunder-crashes quick and loud, A thousand shafts of lightning pass. And to and fro they glance and go, Or, darting downward, smite the ground. What phantom arms are those that throw The shower of fiery arrows round? A louder crash! a mighty oak Is smitten from that stormy sky. Its stem is shattered by the stroke; Around its root the branches lie. Fresh... Poems - Post by : busymike - Date : June 2011 - Author : William Cullen Bryant - Read : 827

Tree-burial Tree-burial

Tree-burial
Near our southwestern border, when a child Dies in the cabin of an Indian wife, She makes its funeral-couch of delicate furs, Blankets and bark, and binds it to the bough Of some broad branching tree with leathern thongs And sinews of the deer. A mother once Wrought at this tender task, and murmured thus: "Child of my love, I do not lay thee down Among the chilly clods where never comes The pleasant sunshine. There the greedy wolf Might break into thy grave and tear thee thence,... Poems - Post by : techguru - Date : June 2011 - Author : William Cullen Bryant - Read : 1550

The Order Of Nature The Order Of Nature

The Order Of Nature
FROM BOETHIUS DE CONSOLATIONE. Thou who wouldst read, with an undarkened eye, The laws by which the Thunderer bears sway, Look at the stars that keep, in yonder sky, Unbroken peace from Nature's earliest day. The great sun, as he guides his fiery car, Strikes not the cold moon in his rapid sweep; The Bear, that sees star setting after star In the blue brine, descends not to the deep. The star of eve still leads the hour of dews; Duly... Poems - Post by : cfriesen - Date : June 2011 - Author : William Cullen Bryant - Read : 2657

October, 1866 October, 1866

October, 1866
'Twas when the earth in summer glory lay, We bore thee to thy grave; a sudden cloud Had shed its shower and passed, and every spray And tender herb with pearly moisture bowed. How laughed the fields, and how, before our door, Danced the bright waters!--from his perch on high The hang-bird sang his ditty o'er and o'er, And the song-sparrow from the shrubberies nigh. Yet was the home where thou wert lying dead Mournfully still, save when, at times, was heard,... Poems - Post by : bigglen - Date : June 2011 - Author : William Cullen Bryant - Read : 1632

May Evening May Evening

May Evening
The breath of Spring-time at this twilight hour Comes through the gathering glooms, And bears the stolen sweets of many a flower Into my silent rooms. Where hast thou wandered, gentle gale, to find The perfumes thou dost bring? By brooks, that through the wakening meadows wind, Or brink of rushy spring? Or woodside , in little companies, The early wild-flowers rise, Or sheltered lawn ,... Poems - Post by : WhoDoesItReach - Date : June 2011 - Author : William Cullen Bryant - Read : 2629

Among The Trees Among The Trees

Among The Trees
Oh ye who love to overhang the springs, And stand by running waters, ye whose boughs Make beautiful the rocks o'er which they play, Who pile with foliage the great hills, and rear A paradise upon the lonely plain, Trees of the forest, and the open field! Have ye no sense of being? Does the air, The pure air, which I breathe with gladness, pass In gushes o'er your delicate lungs, your leaves, All unenjoyed? When on your winter's sleep The sun shines warm, have ye no dreams of spring?... Poems - Post by : Chris1261 - Date : June 2011 - Author : William Cullen Bryant - Read : 2622

A Brighter Day A Brighter Day

A Brighter Day
FROM THE SPANISH. Harness the impatient Years, O Time! and yoke them to the imperial car; For, through a mist of tears, The brighter day appears, Whose early blushes tinge the hills afar. A brighter day for thee, O realm! whose glorious fields are spread between The dark-blue Midland Sea... Poems - Post by : Lecia - Date : June 2011 - Author : William Cullen Bryant - Read : 1255

'receive Thy Sight' "receive Thy Sight"

'receive Thy Sight'
When the blind suppliant in the way, By friendly hands to Jesus led, Prayed to behold the light of day, "Receive thy sight," the Saviour said. At once he saw the pleasant rays That lit the glorious firmament; And, with firm step and words of praise, He followed where the Master went. Look down in pity, Lord, we pray, On eyes oppressed by moral night, And touch the darkened lids and say The gracious words, "Receive thy sight."... Poems - Post by : contactsage - Date : June 2011 - Author : William Cullen Bryant - Read : 1576

The Death Of Slavery The Death Of Slavery

The Death Of Slavery
O thou great Wrong, that, through the slow-paced years, Didst hold thy millions fettered, and didst wield The scourge that drove the laborer to the field, And turn a stony gaze on human tears, Thy cruel reign is o'er; Thy bondmen crouch no more In terror at the menace of thine eye; For He who marks the bounds of guilty power, Long-suffering, hath heard the captive's cry,... Poems - Post by : stevejack - Date : June 2011 - Author : William Cullen Bryant - Read : 2326

The Death Of Lincoln The Death Of Lincoln

The Death Of Lincoln
Oh, slow to smite and swift to spare, Gentle and merciful and just! Who, in the fear of God, didst bear The sword of power, a nation's trust! In sorrow by thy bier we stand, Amid the awe that hushes all, And speak the anguish of a land That shook with horror at thy fall. Thy task is done; the bond are free: We bear thee to an honored grave, Whose proudest monument shall be The broken fetters... Poems - Post by : tuppen - Date : June 2011 - Author : William Cullen Bryant - Read : 1643

My Autumn Walk My Autumn Walk

My Autumn Walk
On woodlands ruddy with autumn The amber sunshine lies; I look on the beauty round me, And tears come into my eyes. For the wind that sweeps the meadows Blows out of the far Southwest, Where our gallant men are fighting, And the gallant dead are at rest. The golden-rod is leaning, And the purple aster waves In a breeze from the land of battles, A breath from the land of graves. Full fast the leaves are... Poems - Post by : shedevil13 - Date : June 2011 - Author : William Cullen Bryant - Read : 993

'he Hath Put All Things Under His Feet' "he Hath Put All Things Under His Feet"

'he Hath Put All Things Under His Feet'
O North, with all thy vales of green! O South, with all thy palms! From peopled towns and fields between Uplift the voice of psalms; Raise, ancient East, the anthem high, And let the youthful West reply. Lo! in the clouds of heaven appears God's well-beloved Son; He brings a train of brighter years: His kingdom is begun. He comes, a guilty world to bless With mercy, truth, and righteousness. Oh, Father! haste the promised hour When, at... Poems - Post by : dada99 - Date : June 2011 - Author : William Cullen Bryant - Read : 610

The Little People Of The Snow The Little People Of The Snow

The Little People Of The Snow
_Alice._--One of your old-world stories, Uncle John, Such as you tell us by the winter fire, Till we all wonder it is grown so late. _Uncle John._--The story of the witch that ground to death Two children in her mill, or will you have The tale of Goody Cutpurse? _Alice._--Nay now, nay; Those stories are too childish, Uncle John, Too childish even for little Willy here, And I am older, two good years, than he; No, let us have a tale of elves that ride, By... Poems - Post by : Richard_Martin - Date : June 2011 - Author : William Cullen Bryant - Read : 2995

The Fifth Book Of Homer's Odyssey The Fifth Book Of Homer's Odyssey

The Fifth Book Of Homer's Odyssey
TRANSLATED. Aurora, rising from her couch beside The famed Tithonus, brought the light of day To men and to immortals. Then the gods Came to their seats in council. With them came High-thundering Jupiter, among them all The mightiest. Pallas, mindful of the past, Spoke of Ulysses and his many woes, Grieved that he still was with the island-nymph. "Oh, father Jove, and all ye blessed ones Who live forever! let not sceptred king, Henceforth, be gracious, mild, and merciful, And righteous; rather be he deaf to... Poems - Post by : brandon246135 - Date : June 2011 - Author : William Cullen Bryant - Read : 2389

Sella Sella

Sella
Hear now a legend of the days of old-- The days when there were goodly marvels yet, When man to man gave willing faith, and loved A tale the better that 'twas wild and strange. Beside a pleasant dwelling ran a brook Scudding along a narrow channel, paved With green and yellow pebbles; yet full clear Its waters were, and colorless and cool, As fresh from granite rocks. A maiden oft Stood at the open window, leaning out, And listening to the sound the water made, A sweet,... Poems - Post by : cheryl2x - Date : June 2011 - Author : William Cullen Bryant - Read : 3430

The Mother's Hymn The Mother's Hymn

The Mother's Hymn
Lord, who ordainest for mankind Benignant toils and tender cares! We thank Thee for the ties that bind The mother to the child she bears. We thank Thee for the hopes that rise, Within her heart, as, day by day, The dawning soul, from those young eyes, Looks, with a clearer, steadier ray. And grateful for the blessing given With that dear infant on her knee, She trains the eye to look to heaven, The voice to lisp... Poems - Post by : arscott44 - Date : June 2011 - Author : William Cullen Bryant - Read : 2834