The poetry of william cullen bryant

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When he Who gives his life to guilt, and laughs at all The laws that God or man has made, and round Hedges his seat with power, and shines in wealth,— Lifts up his atheist front to scoff at Heaven, And celebrates his shame in open day, Thou, in the pride of all his crimes, cutt'st off The horrible example.

God hath anointed thee to free the oppressed And crush the oppressor. Ironically, an immediate fame beyond his imaginings awaited.

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Seeing that one group of poems bore titles while the rest, in Dr. Schooled in guile For ages, while each passing year had brought Its baneful lesson, they had filled the world With their abominations; while its tribes, Trodden to earth, imbruted, and despoiled, Had knelt to them in worship; sacrifice Had smoked on many an altar, temple roofs Had echoed with the blasphemous prayer and hymn: But thou, the great reformer of the world, Tak'st off the sons of violence and fraud In their green pupilage, their lore half learned— Ere guilt had quite o'errun the simple heart God gave them at their birth, and blotted out His image.

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He who, from zone to zone, Guides through the boundless sky thy certain flight, In the long way that I must tread alone, Will lead my steps aright. During the same months of the poem's composition, Bryant contributed five hymns to the Unitarian Society of Massachusetts for its new hymnal. Thou dost mark them flushed with hope, As on the threshold of their vast designs Doubtful and loose they stand, and strik'st them down. An early supporter of organized labor , with his editorials asserting the right of workmen to strike, Bryant also defended of religious minorities and immigrants, and promoted the abolition of slavery. There's a dance of leaves in that aspen bower, There's a titter of winds in that beechen tree, There's a smile on the fruit, and a smile on the flower, And a laugh from the brook that runs to the sea. Bryant was acceding to his evident fate, but with obvious distaste. The first edition quickly sold out—partly because of publicity attached to the poet's young age. Oft, too, dost thou reform thy victim, long Ere his last hour. That exertion enhanced his standing in party councils, and in , he was one of the prime Eastern exponents of Abraham Lincoln , whom he introduced at Cooper Union. Young Cullen first learned meter and poetry through the hymns of Isaac Watts , and he found an outlet for a love of language by constructing a makeshift pulpit of the parlor furniture from which he delivered sermons in imitation of what he heard at church. Touched by thine, The extortioner's hard hand foregoes the gold Wrung from the o'er-worn poor.

When the armed chief, The conqueror of nations, walks the world, And it is changed beneath his feet, and all Its kingdoms melt into one mighty realm— Thou, while his head is loftiest and his heart Blasphemes, imagining his own right hand Almighty, thou dost set thy sudden grasp Upon him, and the links of that strong chain That bound mankind are crumbled; thou dost break Sceptre and crown, and beat his throne to dust.

For a youth jarred by unexpected bereavements, the notion of a universe without God as a moral arbiter or of life without a manifest ultimate purpose was perturbing. The fact that the poem then lay unfinished for some years before its publication has occasionally been interpreted as a sign that Bryant was entering a long period of unresolved religious crisis, but the idea that a poet would transcribe a philosophical problem in carefully wrought meter only to suspend composition until he solved the problem is implausible on its face.

Oh stay, oh stay, One little hour, and then away. The first edition quickly sold out—partly because of publicity attached to the poet's young age.

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Greatly aided by both his father's counsel and his collection, the twenty-three-year-old did not disappoint. The Northampton Hampshire Gazette had published several of his poems, including a fifty-four line exhortation to his schoolmates he had drafted three years earlier. Shuddering I look On what is written, yet I blot not out The desultory numbers—let them stand, The record of an idle revery. The curses of the wretch Whose crimes are ripe, his sufferings when thy hand Is on him, and the hour he dreads is come, Are writ among thy praises. Several friends were stricken, but the suffering and death of a particular young woman plunged him into melancholy. But the approbation of the Boston literati would matter far more in the long run than a quickening of popular appeal. Although Cullen had proved himself an assiduous scholar, he had much left to master as a young adult trying to determine his place in the world—and his two and a half years at Worthington may have been more instructive than college.

Typhus, or a typhus-like illness, besieged the Worthington area that year.

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POEMS BY WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT.