Nature poems
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Hero And Leander. The Fourth Sestiad
© George Chapman
Now from Leander's place she rose, and found
Her hair and rent robe scatter'd on the ground;
On Some Rose Leaves Brought From The Vale Of Cashmere
© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
Faded and pale their beauty, vanished their early bloom,
Their folded leaves emit alone a sweet though faint perfume,
But, oh! than brightest bud or flower to me are they more dear,
They come from that rose-haunted land, the bright Vale of Cashmere.
Lines written In An Album
© Helen Maria Williams
BRIGHT nymphs, of NEWA'S banks the pride,
Receive, before we part,
For you, and your maternal guide,
The wishes of my heart!
Ballad of Queensland
© Anonymous
Oh! don't you remember Black Alice, Sam Holt -
Black Alice so dusky and dark -
Song #3
© John Clare
I peeled bits of straws and I got switches too
From the grey peeling willow as idlers do,
On A Spaniel, Called Beau, Killing A Young Bird
© William Cowper
A spaniel, Beau, that fares like you,
Well fed, and at his ease,
Should wiser be than to pursue
Each trifle that he sees.
A National Song for Australia Felix
© Anonymous
Dark over the face of Nature sublime
Reign'd tyranny, warfare, and every crime;
The world a desert - no oasis green
A man-loving soul on its surface had seen;
A Postscript unto the Reader
© Michael Wigglesworth
And now good Reader, I return again
To talk with thee, who hast been at the pain
An Hymne In Honour Of Beautie
© Edmund Spenser
Ah! whither, Love! wilt thou now carry mee?
What wontlesse fury dost thou now inspire
Into my feeble breast, too full of thee?
Whylest seeking to aslake thy raging fyre,
Soul In The Ignorance
© Sri Aurobindo
Soul in the Ignorance, wake from its stupor.
Flake of the world-fire, spark of Divinity,
Lift up thy mind and thy heart into glory.
Sun in the darkness, recover thy lustre.
England My Mother
© William Watson
England my mother,
Wardress of waters.
Builder of peoples,
Maker of men,-
On the Marriage of a Beauteous Young Gentlewoman with an Ancient Man
© Francis Beaumont
Fondly, too curious Nature, to adorn
Aurora with the blushes of the morn:
When all Thy Mercies, O My God
© Joseph Addison
When all Thy mercies, O my God,
My rising soul surveys,
Transported with the view, Im lost
In wonder, love and praise.
Idyll XI. The Giant's Wooing
© Theocritus
"The blame's my mother's; she is false to me;
Spake thee ne'er yet one sweet word for my sake,
Though day by day she sees me pine and pine.
I'll feign strange throbbings in my head and feet
To anguish her--as I am anguished now."
Dawn in the Mountains
© Charles Harpur
It is the morning star, arising slow
Out of yon hills dark bulk, as she were born
A Paradox, That The Sick Are In A Better Case Than The Whole
© George Herbert
You who admire yourselves because
You neither groan nor weep,
And think it contrary to Nature's laws
To want one ounce of sleep,
Your strong belief
Acquits yourselves, and gives the sick all grief.
