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Blessings

© Katharine Tynan

God bless the little orchard brown
Where the sap stirs these quickening days.
Soon in a white and rosy gown
The trees will give great praise.

The Task: Book II. -- The Time-Piece

© William Cowper

In man or woman, but far most in man,
And most of all in man that ministers
And serves the altar, in my soul I loathe
All affectation. 'Tis my perfect scorn;
Object of my implacable disgust.

A Gardener-Sage

© Katharine Tynan

Here in the garden-bed,
Hoeing the celery,
Wonders the Lord has made
Pass ever before me.

Introduction And Conclusion Of A Long Poem

© Alan Seeger

I have gone sometimes by the gates of Death

And stood beside the cavern through whose doors

An Epicedium

© Alaric Alexander Watts

HE left his home with a bounding heart,

For the world was all before him;

The country ever has a lagging Spring,
Waiting for May to call its violets forth,
And June its roses--showers and sunshine bring,
Slowly, the deepening verdure o'er the earth;
To put their foliage out, the woods are slack,
And one by one the singing-birds come back.

October

© William Cullen Bryant

Ay, thou art welcome, heaven's delicious breath!
When woods begin to wear the crimson leaf,
And suns grow meek, and the meek suns grow brief
And the year smiles as it draws near its death.

Inscription for the Entrance to a Wood

© William Cullen Bryant

Stranger, if thou hast learned a truth which needs
No school of long experience, that the world
Is full of guilt and misery, and hast seen
Enough of all its sorrows, crimes, and cares,

Melampus

© George Meredith

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With love exceeding a simple love of the things

522. SongThe Cardin ot, the Spinning ot

© Robert Burns

I COFT a stane o haslock woo,
To mak a wab to Johnie ot;
For Johnie is my only jo,
I loe him best of onie yet.

445. The Minstel at Lincluden

© Robert Burns

AS I stood by yon roofless tower,
Where the waflowr scents the dery air,
Where the howlet mourns in her ivy bower,
And tells the midnight moon her care.

The 9th Satire Of Book I. Of Horace : The Description Of An Impertinent. Adapted To The Present Time

© William Cowper

Sauntering along the street one day,

On trifles musing by the way,

227. Verses on Friars Carse Hermitage (First Version)

© Robert Burns

THOU whom chance may hither lead,
Be thou clad in russet weed,
Be thou deckt in silken stole,
Grave these maxims on thy soul.

The Horse & Olive Or Warr & Peace

With Moral tale let Ancient wisdome move

Which thus I sing to make ye moderns wise

476. Epigram on the same Lairds Country Seat

© Robert Burns

WE grant theyre thine, those beauties all,
So lovely in our eye;
Keep them, thou eunuch, Cardoness,
For others to enjoy!

344. SongNithdales Welcome Hame

© Robert Burns

THE NOBLE Maxwells and their powers
Are coming oer the border,
And theyll gae big Terreagles towers
And set them a in order.

The Old Pioneers

h, these old friends of ours! Sixty years back,

Bearded and booted, they followed the track,

Abd-El-Kader At Toulon Or, The Caged Hawk

No more, thou lithe and long-winged hawk, of desert-life for thee;
No more across the sultry sands shalt thou go swooping free:
Blunt idle talons, idle beak, with spurning of thy chain,
Shatter against thy cage the wing thou ne'er may'st spread again.