Nature poems

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The Brothers

© Richard Monckton Milnes

'Tis true, that we can sometimes speak of Death,
Even of the Deaths of those we love the best,
Without dismay or terror; we can sit
In serious calm beneath deciduous trees,

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Business

© Sam Walter Foss

"How is business?" asks the young man of the Spirit of the Years;
"Tell me of the modern output from the factories of fate,
And what jobs are waiting for me, waiting for me and my peers.
What's the outlook? What's the prospect? Are the wages small or great?"

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The Winter’s Walk

© Caroline Norton

Gleam'd the red sun athwart the misty haze
Which veil'd the cold earth from its loving gaze,
Feeble and sad as Hope in Sorrow's hour,
But for THY soul it still had warmth and power;
Not to its cheerless beauty wert thou blind,
To the keen eye of thy poetic mind

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Farewell To Frances

© George Moses Horton

Farewell! if ne'er I see thee more,
Though distant calls my flight impel,
I shall not less thy grace adore,
So friend, forever fare thee well.

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Hejmdals Vandringer

© Jeppe Aakjaer

Han kommer fra Norden,  

 fra Landet bag Fjorden,  

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The Talking Oak

© Alfred Tennyson

Once more the gate behind me falls;
 Once more before my face
I see the moulder'd Abbey-walls,
 That stand within the chace.

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The Four Seasons : Winter

© James Thomson

See, Winter comes, to rule the varied year,
Sullen and sad, with all his rising train;
Vapours, and clouds, and storms. Be these my theme,
These! that exalt the soul to solemn thought,

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Cheery Old Age.

© Robert Crawford

The old man is not miserable, nay, cheery
For such a grey old fellow. Life's still good,
And he at many points is yet in touch
With the material; and what if now

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Prologue To Tancred And Sigismunda

© James Thomson

Bold is the man! who, in this nicer age,
Presumes to tread the chaste corrected stage.
Now, with gay tinsel arts, we can no more
Conceal the want of Nature's sterling ore.

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The Journeyman

© Ralph Hodgson

Not baser than his own homekeeping kind

Whose journeyman he is -

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An Appeal For "The Old South"

© Oliver Wendell Holmes

"While stands the Coliseum, Rome shall stand;

When falls the Coliseum, Rome shall fall."

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Hudibras: Part 1 - Canto II

© Samuel Butler

THE ARGUMENT

The catalogue and character

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Donna Mi Prega

© Ezra Pound

Safe may'st thou go my canzon whither thee pleaseth
Thou art so fair attired that every man and each
Shall praise thy speech
So we have sense or glow with reason's fire,
To stand with other
  hast thou no desire.

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The Spirit Of Discovery By Sea - Book The Fourth

© William Lisle Bowles

  O'er my poor ANNA'S lowly grave
  No dirge shall sound, no knell shall ring;
  But angels, as the high pines wave,
  Their half-heard "Miserere" sing.

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Adare

© Gerald Griffin

Oh, sweet Adare! oh, lovely vale!

Oh, soft retreat of sylvan splendour!

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I Have Enchanted All Of Nature

© Fyodor Sologub

I have enchanted all of Nature
And forged each moment's quality.
And what a horrifying freedom
I found in such a sorcery!

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Look Home

© Robert Southwell

Retired thoughts enjoy their own delights,
As beauty doth in self-beholding eye ;
Man's mind a mirror is of heavenly sights,
A brief wherein all marvels summed lie,
Of fairest forms and sweetest shapes the store,
Most graceful all, yet thought may grace them more.

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To know just how He suffered—would be dear

© Emily Dickinson

To know just how He suffered—would be dear—
To know if any Human eyes were near
To whom He could entrust His wavering gaze—
Until it settle broad—on Paradise—