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Comprehensive information about William Cullen Bryant including biographical information, facts, literary works, and more. 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. This educational William Cullen Bryant resource has information about the author's life, works, quotations, articles and essays, and more.


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Quote Left The sad and solemn night hath yet her multitude of cheerful fires; The glorious host of light walk the dark hemisphere till she retires; All through her silent watches, gliding slow, Her constellations come, and climb the heavens, and go. Quote Right
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Quote Left And then I think of one who in her youthful beauty died, The fair meek blossom that grew up and faded by my side, Quote Right
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Quote Left The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds and naked woods and meadows brown and sere. Heaped in the hollows of the grove, the autumn leaves lie dead; They rustle to the eddying gust, and to the rabbit Quote Right
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Quote Left 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 Has risen, and herds have cropped it; the young twig Has spread its plaited tissues to the sun; Flowers of the garden and the waste have blown And withered; seeds have fallen upon the soil, From bursting cells, and in their graves await Their resurrection. Insects from the pools Have filled the air awhile with humming wings, That now are still for ever; painted moths Have wandered the blue sky, and died again Quote Right
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Quote Left There's freedom at thy gates and rest For Earth's downtrodden and oppressed, Quote Right
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