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William Cullen Bryant
(1794-1878 / Boston / United States)
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''Difficulty, my brethren, is the nurse of greatness—a harsh nurse, who roughly rocks her foster-children into strength and athletic proportion.''
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William Cullen Bryant (1794-1878), U.S. poet, editor. Speech, December 15, 1851.
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on thy brow
Shall sit a nobler grace than now.
Deep in the brightness of the skies
The thronging years in glory rise.
And, as they fleet,
Drop strength and riches at thy feet....
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William Cullen Bryant (1794-1878), U.S. poet. Oh Mother of a Mighty Race (l. 37-42). . .
Family Book of Best Loved Poems, The. David L. George, ed...
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''There's freedom at thy gates and rest
For Earth's downtrodden and oppressed,''
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William Cullen Bryant (1794-1878), U.S. poet. Oh Mother of a Mighty Race (l. 31-32). . .
Family Book of Best Loved Poems, The. David L. George, ed...
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''Oh mother of a mighty race,
Yet lovely in thy youthful grace!
The elder dames, thy haughty peers,
Admire and hate thy blooming years.''
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William Cullen Bryant (1794-1878), U.S. poet. Oh Mother of a Mighty Race. . .
Family Book of Best Loved Poems, The. David L. George, ed. (1952) Do...
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''When you can pipe that merry old strain,
Robert of Lincoln, come back again.''
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William Cullen Bryant (1794-1878), U.S. poet. Robert of Lincoln (l. 68-69). . .
Oxford Book of Children's Verse in America, The. Donald Hall, ed. ...
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''Merrily swinging on brier and weed,
Near to the nest of his litle dame,
Over the mountainside or mead,
Robert of Lincoln is telling his name:
Bob-o'-link, bob-o'-link,''
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William Cullen Bryant (1794-1878), U.S. poet. Robert of Lincoln (l. 1-5). . .
Oxford Book of Children's Verse in America, The. Donald Hall, ed. (1...
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''Summer wanes; the children are grown;
Fun and frolic no more he knows;''
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William Cullen Bryant (1794-1878), U.S. poet. Robert of Lincoln (l. 62-63). . .
Oxford Book of Children's Verse in America, The. Donald Hall, ed. ...
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''All that tread,
The globe are but a handful to the tribes,
That slumber in its bosom.''
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William Cullen Bryant (1794-1878), U.S. poet, editor. "Thanatopsis," North American Review (Cedar Falls, Iowa, Sept. 1817).
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''To him who, in the love of Nature, holds
Communion with her visible forms, she speaks
A various language: for his gayer hours''
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William Cullen Bryant (1794-1878), U.S. poet. Thanatopsis (l. 1-3). . .
New Oxford Book of American Verse, The. Richard Ellmann, ed. (1976) Oxford...
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So live that when thy summons comes to join
The innumerable caravan that moves
To that mysterious realm, where each shall take
His chamber in the silent halls of death,
Thou go not...
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William Cullen Bryant (1794-1878), U.S. poet. Thanatopsis (l. 73-81). . .
New Oxford Book of American Verse, The. Richard Ellmann, ed. (1976) Oxfo...
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