William Cullen Bryant

William Cullen Bryant was an American romantic poet, journalist, and long-time editor of the New York Evening Post. Wikipedia

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...

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15 September

The Future Life

How shall I know thee in the sphere which keeps The disembodied spirits of the dead, When all of thee that time could wither sleeps And perishes among the dust we tread?For I shall feel the sting of ceaseless pain If there I meet thy gentle presence not; Nor hear the...

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28 July

The Past

THOU unrelenting Past! Strong are the barriers round thy dark domain, And fetters, sure and fast, Hold all that enter thy unbreathing reign.Far in thy realm withdrawn, Old empires sit in sullenness and gloom, And glorious ages gone Lie deep within the shadow of thy womb.Childhood, with all its mirth, Youth, Manhood,...

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18 October

June

I GAZED upon the glorious sky And the green mountains round, And thought that when I came to lie At rest within the ground, ’Twere pleasant, that in flowery June, When brooks send up a cheerful tune, And groves a joyous sound, The sexton’s hand, my grave to make, The rich, green mountain-turf...

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17 October