The Poetical Works of William Cullen Bryant, by William Cullen Bryant, Henry Cady Sturges
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The Poetical Works of William Cullen Bryant, by William Cullen Bryant, Henry Cady Sturges- Published on: 2015-10-27
- Original language: English
- Number of items: 1
- Dimensions: 9.21" h x 1.31" w x 6.14" l, 2.28 pounds
- Binding: Hardcover
- 618 pages
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1 of 1 people found the following review helpful. Poetical Works By Sara L. Marion This is a classic D. Appleton and Company release of William Cullen Bryant's poems. If you have visited Bond Street in New York City and passed by this formidable publishing house, you will instantly be reminded of an 18th Century necessity of understanding paths. It is very difficult to find original NYC cobblestone streets in NYC. Bryant definitely matched his publisher from the 1800s and his poems are inclusive of the awe to awkening of what is complacently beguiling about a wildnerness that is the US. The methaphors of forests and woods in his poems are truly "olde" English and the tragedy of the lost person and the reader who has not become lost is still omniscent in Bryant's voice. One of his most promissing texts for the 19th century to current is "Receive Thy Sight," not overtly religious, but difficult in Bryant's ability to translate Christ's observance and pervasive registration.
0 of 0 people found the following review helpful. edu/RogerClough ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Thanatopsis By William By Roger B. Clough A transcendental interpretation of Bryant’s Thanatopsis(original version at the bottom)Here in the graveyard, I commune with you, newly dead,With the sun shining through the trees.Life that escaped.Your open grave is now bright, now a dark stage of fleeting shadows,nervous as the crowd of mourners once gathered about the deathbed.Now gay and healing, too soon dark and silent.Nearby a sundial marks the hour as all hours are markedup to the last final one for you to see.Parted. Final. As when they shovel in the dirt to swallow you up and finish the tale,and leave you among dead kings and infants, all sobbing and crying with a faint echo.They have been waiting for you. A multitude. Now you will join them.Here above is a green meadow at the edge of which are rocks scatteredand the earth that will cover your casket. Beyond that the dark woods,where the dead peer out. Perhaps we are among them.I drop a rose upon your casket.Roger Cloughhttps://independent.academia.edu/RogerClough----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ThanatopsisBy William Cullen Bryant To him who in the love of Nature holdsCommunion with her visible forms, she speaksA various language; for his gayer hoursShe has a voice of gladness, and a smileAnd eloquence of beauty, and she glidesInto his darker musings, with a mildAnd healing sympathy, that steals awayTheir sharpness, ere he is aware. When thoughtsOf the last bitter hour come like a blightOver thy spirit, and sad imagesOf the stern agony, and shroud, and pall,And breathless darkness, and the narrow house,Make thee to shudder, and grow sick at heart;—Go forth, under the open sky, and listTo Nature’s teachings, while from all around—Earth and her waters, and the depths of air—Comes a still voice— Yet a few days, and theeThe all-beholding sun shall see no moreIn all his course; nor yet in the cold ground,Where thy pale form was laid, with many tears,Nor in the embrace of ocean, shall existThy image. Earth, that nourished thee, shall claimThy growth, to be resolved to earth again,And, lost each human trace, surrendering upThine individual being, shalt thou goTo mix for ever with the elements,To be a brother to the insensible rockAnd to the sluggish clod, which the rude swainTurns with his share, and treads upon. The oakShall send his roots abroad, and pierce thy mould. Yet not to thine eternal resting-placeShalt thou retire alone, nor couldst thou wishCouch more magnificent. Thou shalt lie downWith patriarchs of the infant world—with kings,The powerful of the earth—the wise, the good,Fair forms, and hoary seers of ages past,All in one mighty sepulchre. The hillsRock-ribbed and ancient as the sun,—the valesStretching in pensive quietness between;The venerable woods—rivers that moveIn majesty, and the complaining brooksThat make the meadows green; and, poured round all,Old Ocean’s gray and melancholy waste,—Are but the solemn decorations allOf the great tomb of man. The golden sun,The planets, all the infinite host of heaven,Are shining on the sad abodes of death,Through the still lapse of ages. All that treadThe globe are but a handful to the tribesThat slumber in its bosom.—Take the wingsOf morning, pierce the Barcan wilderness,Or lose thyself in the continuous woodsWhere rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound,Save his own dashings—yet the dead are there:And millions in those solitudes, since firstThe flight of years began, have laid them downIn their last sleep—the dead reign there alone.So shalt thou rest, and what if thou withdrawIn silence from the living, and no friendTake note of thy departure? All that breatheWill share thy destiny. The gay will laughWhen thou art gone, the solemn brood of carePlod on, and each one as before will chaseHis favorite phantom; yet all these shall leaveTheir mirth and their employments, and shall comeAnd make their bed with thee. As the long trainOf ages glide away, the sons of men,The youth in life’s green spring, and he who goesIn the full strength of years, matron and maid,The speechless babe, and the gray-headed man—Shall one by one be gathered to thy side,By those, who in their turn shall follow them. So live, that when thy summons comes to joinThe innumerable caravan, which movesTo that mysterious realm, where each shall takeHis chamber in the silent halls of death,Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night,Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothedBy an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave,Like one who wraps the drapery of his couchAbout him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.--https://independent.academia.edu/RogerClough
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