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William Cullen Bryant
1794 - 1878
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From The Portuguese Of Semedo. - Sonnet. (Translations.)
It is a fearful night; a feeble glare / Streams from the sick moon in the o'erclouded sky; / The ridgy billows, with a mighty cry,
From The Spanish Of Pedro De Castro Y AÑaya. (Translations.)
Stay, rivulet, nor haste to leave / The lovely vale that lies around thee. / Why wouldst thou be a sea at eve,
From The Spanish Of Villegas.(Translations.)
'Tis sweet, in the green Spring, / To gaze upon the wakening fields around; / Birds in the thicket sing,
Green River
When breezes are soft and skies are fair, / I steal an hour from study and care, / And hie me away to the woodland scene,
Hymn Of The City
Not in the solitude / Alone may man commune with Heaven, or see / Only in savage wood
Hymn Of The Waldenses
Hear, Father, hear thy faint afflicted flock / Cry to thee, from the desert and the rock; / While those, who seek to slay thy children, hold
Hymn To Death
Oh! could I hope the wise and pure in heart / Might hear my song without a frown, nor deem / My voice unworthy of the theme it tries,
Hymn To The North Star
The sad and solemn night / Hath yet her multitude of cheerful fires; / The glorious host of light
I Broke The Spell That Held Me Long
I broke the spell that held me long, / The dear, dear witchery of song. / I said, the poet's idle lore
I Cannot Forget With What Fervid Devotion
I cannot forget with what fervid devotion / I worshipped the vision of verse and of fame. / Each gaze at the glories of earth, sky, and ocean,
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