Nature poems
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The Idlers Calendar. Twelve Sonnets For The Months. July
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
GOODWOOD
To the high breezes of the Goodwood Down
London has fled, and there awhile forgets
Its weariness of limb on lawns new--mown
Charity
© William Cowper
Fairest and foremost of the train that wait
On man's most dignified and happiest state,
Sketch Of A Political Character
© William Watson
Would that some call he could not choose but heed--
Of private passion or of public need--
At last might sting to life that slothful power,
And snare him into greatness for an hour!
Edward Everett
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
WINTER'S cold drift lies glistening o'er his breast;
For him no spring shall bid the leaf unfold
What Love could speak, by sudden grief oppressed,
What swiftly summoned Memory tell, is told.
The Statesmans Secret
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
Loud rang the plaudits; with them rose the thought,
"Would he had learned the lesson he has taught!"
Used to the tributes of the noisy crowd,
The stately speaker calmly smiled and bowed;
The fire within a flushing cheek betrayed,
And eyes that burned beneath their penthouse shade.
Chatterton's Will
© Thomas Chatterton
Vous qui par ici pasez
Pur l'ame Guateroine Chatterton priez
Le cors di oi ici gist
L'ame receyve Thu Crist. MCCX.
To The Reformers Of England
© John Greenleaf Whittier
GOD bless ye, brothers! in the fight
Ye 're waging now, ye cannot fail,
For better is your sense of right
Than king-craft's triple mail.
The Lucky Horseshoe
© James Thomas Fields
One morn, demoralized with grief,
The farmer clamored for relief;
And prayed right hard to understand
What witchcraft now possessed his land;
Why house and farm in misery grew
Since he nailed up that lucky shoe.
Quart Pot Creek.
© James Brunton Stephens
ON an evening ramble lately, as I wandered on sedately,
Linking curious fancies, modern, mediaeval, and antique,
Paracelsus: Part III: Paracelsus
© Robert Browning
Paracelsus.
Heap logs and let the blaze laugh out!
The Over-Heart
© John Greenleaf Whittier
Above, below, in sky and sod,
In leaf and spar, in star and man,
Well might the wise Athenian scan
The geometric signs of God,
The measured order of His plan.
On Mrs. Ar: F: Leaving London
© Thomas Parnell
From Town fair Arabella flies,
The Beaux unpowder'd grieve,
The Lady Of The Castle
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
One sunny morn
With alms before her castle gate she stood,
Midst peasant-groups; when, breathless and o'erworn,
And shrouded in long weeds of widowhood,
The Widow Of Crescentius : Part II.
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
Hast thou a scene that is not spread
With records of thy glory fled?
Ode On The Istallation of the Duke of Devonshire
© Charles Kingsley
Hence a while, severer Muses;
Spare your slaves till drear October.
Prologue, Intended for "Vortigern"
© Henry James Pye
The cause with learn'd investigation fraught,
Behold at length to this tribunal brought,
No fraud your penetrating eyes can cheat,
None here can Shakespeare's writing counterfeit.
Elegy XXIII. Reflections Suggested By His Situation
© William Shenstone
Born near the scene for Kenelm's fate renown'd,
I take my plaintive reed, and range the grove,
And raise my lay, and bid the rocks resound
The savage force of empire, and of love.
Tale VIII
© George Crabbe
grace?" -
"He knew she hated every watering-place."
"The town?"--"What! now 'twas empty, joyless,
