More from William Cullen Bryant

  1. The hills, Rock-ribbed, and ancient as the sun.
  2. All that tread, The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom.
  3. Go forth under the open sky, and list To Nature's teachings.
  4. So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan which moves To that mysterious realm, where each shall take His chambe…
  5. To him who in the love of Nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language.
  6. [Thanatopsis] was written in 1817, when Bryant was 23. Had he died then, the world would have thought it had lost a great poet. But he live…
  7. Wild was the day; the wintry sea Moaned sadly on New England's strand, When first the thoughtful and the free, Our fathers, trod the desert…
  8. The stormy March has come at last, With winds and clouds and changing skies; I hear the rushing of the blast That through the snowy valley …

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