https://padlet.com/realkelvinwalls/sonku3oqgni6 en-us 2018-10-31 18:43:37 UTC 2025-10-24 18:45:00 UTC hello@padlet.com https://padlet-assets.s3.amazonaws.com/icons/Manbag.png realkelvinwalls https://padlet.com/realkelvinwalls/sonku3oqgni6/wish/299142639 born Nov. 3, 1794, Cummington, Mass., U.S.—died June 12, 1878, New York City. Bryant had hopes of attending Yale, but he withdrew without graduating. Unable to enter Yale. “Thanatopsis” (from the Greek “a view of death”), is a book in which he wrote when he was 17 ]]> 2018-10-31 18:50:17 UTC https://padlet.com/realkelvinwalls/sonku3oqgni6/wish/299142639 realkelvinwalls https://padlet.com/realkelvinwalls/sonku3oqgni6/wish/299146195 2018-10-31 18:58:01 UTC https://padlet.com/realkelvinwalls/sonku3oqgni6/wish/299146195 realkelvinwalls https://padlet.com/realkelvinwalls/sonku3oqgni6/wish/299147318 Thanatopsis > made him famous when it was published in The North American Review in 1817, he rejected Puritan dogma for Deism.
“The Embargo” (1808), in which the 13-year-old poet demanded the resignation of President Jefferson.
Bryant will be remembered longest as the poet of his native Berkshire hills and streams in such poems as “Thanatopsis” and “To a Waterfowl.”]]> 2018-10-31 19:00:35 UTC https://padlet.com/realkelvinwalls/sonku3oqgni6/wish/299147318 realkelvinwalls https://padlet.com/realkelvinwalls/sonku3oqgni6/wish/299150817 Bryant was not one to write about love or romances in his poems instead he chose to write about his emotional response to life and how studying nature brings truth to humans.]]> 2018-10-31 19:08:15 UTC https://padlet.com/realkelvinwalls/sonku3oqgni6/wish/299150817 realkelvinwalls https://padlet.com/realkelvinwalls/sonku3oqgni6/wish/299153443 Yet one smile more, departing, distant sun!
One mellow smile through the soft vapoury air,
Ere, o'er the frozen earth, the loud winds ran,
Or snows are sifted o'er the meadows bare.
One smile on the brown hills and naked trees,
And the dark rocks whose summer wreaths are cast,
And the blue Gentian flower, that, in the breeze,
Nods lonely, of her beauteous race the last.
Yet a few sunny days, in which the bee
Shall murmur by the hedge that skim the way,
The cricket chirp upon the russet lea,
And man delight to linger in thy ray.
Yet one rich smile, and we will try to bear
The piercing winter frost, and winds, and darkened air. 

William Cullen Bryant

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