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The Letters of William Cullen Bryant - Vol. 1

By: William Cullen Bryant II; Thomas G. Voss et al. | Book details

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But now I pore o'er Virgil's glowing lines,
Where, famed in war, the great Æneas shines;
Where novel scenes around me seem to stand,
Lo! grim Alecto whirls the flaming brand.
Dire jarring tumult, death and battle rage,
Fierce armies close, and daring chiefs engage;
Mars thunders furious from his flying car,
And hoarse-toned clarions stir the raging war.
Nor with less splendor does his master-hand
Paint the blue skies, the ocean, and the land;
Majestic mountains rear their awful head,
Fair plains extend, and bloomy vales are spread.
The rugged cliff in threatening grandeur towers,
And joy sports smiling in Arcadian bowers;
In silent calm the expanded ocean sleeps,
Or boisterous whirlwinds toss the rising deeps;
Triumphant vessels o'er his rolling tide,
With painted prows and gaudy streamers, glide.

1.
Originally containing 180 lines, this verse letter to Cullen's elder brother, Austin, was once in the possession of his youngest brother, John. The original manuscript is unrecovered. The portion printed here was first published in The Bryant Celebration by the Chicago Literary Club. November 3, 1874 ( Chicago, 1875), pp. 18-19, and reprinted in Life, I, 79, from which source the present text is taken.
2.
Dated conjecturally, as written "a little while after the foregoing letter [Letter 1] was sent to his father." Life, I, 78-79.

3. To The Philotechnian Society of Williams College1

[Williamstown, March 1811]

No more the brumal tempest sheds
Its gathered stores in sleety showers,
Nor yet the vernal season spreads
Its verdant mantle gemmed with flowers,
But fettered stands the naked year,
And shivers in the chilling air,
And lingers, dubious, on the wing,
And often struggles to unclasp
Reluctant Winter's icy grasp
And greet the arms of spring--

Hemmed in with hills whose heads aspire,
Abrupt and rude and hung with woods,
Amid these vales, I touch the lyre
Where devious Hoosic rolls his flood-- 2
Dear vales! where every pleasure meets,

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