Nature poems
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Bonnie Lesley
© Robert Burns
O saw ye bonnie Lesley
As she gaed o'er the Border?
She's gane, like Alexander,
To spread her conquests farther.
328. Poem on Pastoral Poetry
© Robert Burns
Thy rural loves are Natures sel;
Nae bombast spates o nonsense swell;
Nae snap conceits, but that sweet spell
O witchin love,
That charm that can the strongest quell,
The sternest move.
68. The Holy Fair
© Robert Burns
UPON 1 a simmer Sunday morn
When Natures face is fair,
I walked forth to view the corn,
An snuff the caller air.
32. SongGreen Grow the Rashes
© Robert Burns
Chor.Green grow the rashes, O;
Green grow the rashes, O;
The sweetest hours that eer I spend,
Are spent amang the lasses, O.
130. Natures Law: A Poem
© Robert Burns
LET other heroes boast their scars,
The marks of sturt and strife:
And other poets sing of wars,
The plagues of human life:
To B. R. Haydon
© William Wordsworth
HIGH is our calling, Friend!--Creative Art
(Whether the instrument of words she use,
Or pencil pregnant with ethereal hues,)
Demands the service of a mind and heart,
Against Hope
© Abraham Cowley
HOPE, whose weak Being ruin'd is,
Alike if it succeed, and if it miss ;
357. A Grace before Dinner
© Robert Burns
O THOU who kindly dost provide
For every creatures want!
We bless Thee, God of Nature wide,
For all Thy goodness lent:
Life Is A Dream - Act II
© Denis Florence MacCarthy
CLOTALDO. Reasons fail me not to show
That the experiment may not answer;
But there is no remedy now,
For a sign from the apartment
Tells me that he hath awoken
And even hitherward advances.
76. To a Mouse
© Robert Burns
Still thou art blest, compard wi me
The present only toucheth thee:
But, Och! I backward cast my ee.
On prospects drear!
An forward, tho I canna see,
I guess an fear!
Egotism
© Jane Taylor
But 'tis not only with the loud and rude
That self betrays its nature unsubdued ;
Polite attention and refined address
But ill conceal it, and can ne'er suppress :
One truth, despite of manner, stands confest--
They love themselves unspeakably the best.
The Indiscreet Confessions
© Jean de La Fontaine
BLITHE Damon for her having felt the dart,
The belle received the offer of his heart;
So well he managed and expressed his flame.
That soon her lord and master he became,
By Hymen's right divine, you may conceive,
And nothing short of it you should believe.
The Sleeper In The Valley
© Arthur Rimbaud
Its a green hollow where a river sings
Madly catching white tatters in the grass.
Where the sun on the proud mountain rings:
Its a little valley, foaming like light in a glass.
Sonnet LXVIII.
© Charlotte Turner Smith
Written at Exmouth, Midsummer, 1795.
FALL, dews of Heaven, upon my burning breast,
Bathe with cool drops these ever-streaming eyes,
Ye gentle Winds, that fan the balmy West,
The Heroic Enthusiasts - Part The First =Fourth Dialogue.=
© Giordano Bruno
CIC. I do not believe that he makes a comparison, nor puts as the same
kind the divine and the human mode of comprehending, which are very
diverse, but as to the subject they are the same.
The Phoenix and the Turtle
© William Shakespeare
Let the bird of loudest lay,
On the sole Arabian tree,
Herald sad and trumpet be,
To whose sound chaste wings obey.
Sonnets xvii
© William Shakespeare
O NEVER say that I was false of heart,
Though absence seem'd my flame to qualify!
As easy might I from myself depart,
As from my soul, which in thy breast doth lie:
The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part II: To Juliet: XLII
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
THE SAME CONTINUED
We vex each other with our presence, I
By my regrets and by my mocking face,
You by your laughter and mad gaiety,
Sonnets xi
© William Shakespeare
THEY that have power to hurt and will do none,
That do not do the thing they most do show,
Who, moving others, are themselves as stone,
Unmoved, cold, and to temptation slow--
Sonnets i
© William Shakespeare
SHALL I compare thee to a Summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And Summer's lease hath all too short a date:
