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William Cullen Bryant (Уильям Каллен Брайант)


The Greek Boy


Gone are the glorious Greeks of old,
    Glorious in mien and mind;
Their bones are mingled with the mould,
    Their dust is on the wind;
The forms they hewed from living stone
Survive the waste of years, alone,
And, scattered with their ashes, show
What greatness perished long ago.

Yet fresh the myrtles there—the springs
    Gush brightly as of yore;
Flowers blossom from the dust of kings,
    As many an age before.
There nature moulds as nobly now,
As e'er of old, the human brow;
And copies still the martial form
That braved Platæa's battle storm.

Boy! thy first looks were taught to seek
    Their heaven in Hellas' skies:
Her airs have tinged thy dusky cheek,
    Her sunshine lit thine eyes;
Thine ears have drunk the woodland strains
Heard by old poets, and thy veins
Swell with the blood of demigods,
That slumber in thy country's sods.

Now is thy nation free—though late—
    Thy elder brethren broke—
Broke, ere thy spirit felt its weight,
    The intolerable yoke.
And Greece, decayed, dethroned, doth see
Her youth renewed in such as thee:
A shoot of that old vine that made
The nations silent in its shade.



William Cullen Bryant's other poems:
  1. To the Apennines
  2. Hymn to Death
  3. The Damsel of Peru
  4. The Lapse of Time
  5. A Scene on the Banks of the Hudson


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