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William Cullen Bryant – amerykański poeta, publicysta oraz krytyk literacki. W wieku dwudziestu sześciu lat ożenił się z Frances Fairchild i przeżył z nią pół wieku. Przez pięćdziesiąt lat był wydawcą nowojorskiej gazety Evening Post.



Był rzecznikiem odrębności literatury amerykańskiej od literatury brytyjskiej i prekursorem romantyzmu w Stanach Zjednoczonych. Tworzył lirykę refleksyjno-elegijną , moralizującą, patriotyczną i krajobrazową. Był też autorem tomu esejów Letters of a Traveller . Zajmował się również tłumaczeniami. Uchodzi za pierwszego amerykańskiego autora, który się stał sławny za granicą. Wikipedia  

✵ 3. Listopad 1794 – 12. Czerwiec 1878
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William Cullen Bryant: Cytaty po angielsku

“When April winds
Grew soft, the maple burst into a flush
Of scarlet flowers. The tulip tree, high up,
Opened in airs of June her multitude
Of golden chalices to humming-birds
And silken-wing'd insects of the sky.”

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The Fountain http://www.gutenberg.org/files/16341/16341-h/16341-h.htm#page227, st. 3 (1839)

“So live, that when thy summons comes to join
The innumerable caravan which moves
To that mysterious realm, where each shall take
His chamber in the silent halls of death,
Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night,
Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed
By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave
Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch
About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.”

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Źródło: Thanatopsis (1817–1821), l. 73. Note: The edition of 1821 read, "The innumerable caravan that moves / To the pale realms of shade, where each shall take".

“Oh, sun! that o'er the western mountains now
Goest down in glory! ever beautiful
And blessed is thy radiance, whether thou
Colourest the eastern heaven and night-mist cool,
Till the bright day-star vanish, or on high
Climbest and streamest thy white splendours from mid-sky.”

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A Walk At Sunset http://www.gutenberg.org/files/16341/16341-h/16341-h.htm#page33, st. 2 (1821)

“The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year,
Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and sere.”

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Death of the Flowers http://www.bartleby.com/248/85.html (1832), st. 1

“Thou unrelenting Past!
Strong are the barriers round thy dark domain,
And fetters, sure and fast,
Hold all that enter thy unbreathing reign.”

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The Past http://www.gutenberg.org/files/16341/16341-h/16341-h.htm#page143, st. 1 (1828)

“The groves were God's first temples.”

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A Forest Hymn http://www.bartleby.com/248/83.html (1824)

“The little wind-flower, whose just opened eye
Is blue as the spring heaven it gazes at.”

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A Winter Piece http://www.gutenberg.org/files/16341/16341-h/16341-h.htm#page24, st. 3 (1821)

“Truth, crushed to earth, shall rise again;
The eternal years of God are hers;
But Error, wounded, writhes with pain,
And dies among his worshippers.”

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The Battlefield http://www.gutenberg.org/files/16341/16341-h/16341-h.htm#page222 (1839), st. 9

“Remorse is virtue's root; its fair increase
Are fruits of innocence and blessedness.”

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Mutation. A Sonnet

“They talk of short-lived pleasures—be it so—
pain dies as quickly: stern, hard-featured pain
Expires, and lets her weary prisoner go.
The fiercest agonies have shortest reign;
And after dreams of horror, comes again
The welcome morning with its rays of peace.”

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Mutation. A Sonnet http://www.gutenberg.org/files/16341/16341-h/16341-h.htm#page73 (1824)

“Maidens hearts are always soft:
Would that men's were truer!”

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Song: Dost Thou Idly Ask To Hear http://www.gutenberg.org/files/16341/16341-h/16341-h.htm#page62, st. 1 (1832)