Nature poems
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To A Dead Friend
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
It is as if a silver chord
Were suddenly grown mute,
And life's song with its rhythm warred
Against a silver lute.
In Horto Rev. J. Still,
© William Lisle Bowles
APUD KNOYLE, VILLAM AMOENISSIMAM.
Stranger! a while beneath this aged tree
The Lady Of La Garaye - Part IV
© Caroline Norton
Not vacant in the day of which I write!
Then rose thy pillared columns fair and white;
Then floated out the odorous pleasant scent
Of cultured shrubs and flowers together blent,
And o'er the trim-kept gravel's tawny hue
Warm fell the shadows and the brightness too.
Perfect Union
© Mathilde Blind
Then, as its incandescent bulk
Sank slowly, like the foundering hulk
Of some lone burning ship at sea,
His life set with it--bright as brief--
In that invincible belief
Of Man's august supremacy.
The Heroic Enthusiasts - Part The Second =Fifth Dialogue=.
© Giordano Bruno
Of those, oh gentle Dames, who with closed urn,
Present themselves, whose hearts are pierced
Not for a fault by nature caused,
But through a cruel fate,
That in a living death,
Does hold them fast, we each and all are blind.
Epigrams
© William Watson
'Tis human fortune's happiest height to be
A spirit melodious, lucid, poised, and whole;
Second in order of felicity
I hold it, to have walk'd with such a soul.
The Borough. Letter XVI: Inhabitants Of The Alms-House. Benlow
© George Crabbe
SEE! yonder badgeman with that glowing face,
A meteor shining in this sober place!
Ode XI: To The Country Gentlemen Of England
© Mark Akenside
I.
Whither is Europe's ancient spirit fled?
Hadrians Villa
© Frances Anne Kemble
Let us stay here: nor ever more depart
From this sweet wilderness Nature and Art
Of The Death Of Sir Thomas Wyatt The Elder
© Henry Howard
Wyatt resteth here, that quick could never rest;
Whose heavenly gifts increased by disdain,
And virtue sank the deeper in his breast;
Such profit he by envy could obtain.
Songs with Preludes: Friendship
© Jean Ingelow
Beautiful eyes,—and shall I see no more
The living thought when it would leap from them,
And play in all its sweetness ’neath their lids?
The Horologe Of The Fields
© Charlotte Turner Smith
Addressed to a Young Lady, on seeing at the House of an
Acquaintance a magnificent French Timepiece.
Of The Nature Of Things: Book IV - Part 01 - Proem
© Lucretius
I wander afield, thriving in sturdy thought,
Through unpathed haunts of the Pierides,
Winter Evening Hymn To My Fire
© James Russell Lowell
Nicotia, dearer to the Muse
Than all the grape's bewildering juice,
Benedicite
© John Greenleaf Whittier
God's love and peace be with thee, where
Soe'er this soft autumnal air
Lifts the dark tresses of thy hair.
Psalm CIV. Paraphrased
© James Thomson
To praise thy Author, Soul, do not forget;
Canst thou, in gratitude, deny the debt?
Lord, thou art great, how great we cannot know;
Honour and majesty do round thee flow.
The Heroic Enthusiasts - Part The Second =First Dialogue.=
© Giordano Bruno
MAR. We know that you are not a theologian but a philosopher, and that
you treat of philosophy and not of theology.
The Child Of The Islands - Spring
© Caroline Norton
I.
WHAT shalt THOU know of Spring? A verdant crown
Of young boughs waving o'er thy blooming head:
White tufted Guelder-roses, showering down
