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William Cullen Bryant

William Cullen Bryant

Nov 3, 1794
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Jun 12, 1878

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First Lines of William Cullen Bryant

An Indian girl was sitting where Ay, gloriously thou standest there, Beneath the forest's skirt I rest, Come, take our boy, and we will go Erewhile, on England's pleasant shores, out sires I broke the spell that held me long, I buckle to my slender side I gazed upon the glorious sky Lament who will, in fruitless tears, Oh, deem not they are blest alone Oh, fairest of the rural maids! Soon as the glazed and gleaming snow Stranger, if thou hast learned a truth which needs They talk of short-lived pleasure --be it so -- When beechen buds begin to swell, When breezes are soft and skies are fair, When he, who, from the scourge of wrong, When insect wings are glistening in the beam When the radiant morn of creation broke, Whither, midst falling dew, Yet one smile more, departing, distant sun!