William Cullen Bryant was an American romantic poet, journalist, and long-time editor of the New York Evening Post. He was born at Cummington, a farming village in the Hampshire hills of western Massachusetts, on the 3rd of November 1794.
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And then I think of one who in her youthful beauty died, The fair meek blossom that grew up and faded by my side, Go to Quote / Comment
And wrath has left its scar -- that fire of hell Has left its frightful scar upon my soul. Go to Quote / Comment
Glorious are the woods in their latest gold and crimson, Yet our full-leaved willows are in the freshest green. Such a kindly autumn, so mercifully dealing With the growths of summer, I never yet have seen. Go to Quote / Comment
There's freedom at thy gates and rest For Earth's downtrodden and oppressed, Go to Quote / Comment
Eloquence is the poetry of prose. Go to Quote / Comment