Nature poems
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The White Doe Of Rylstone, Or, The Fate Of The Nortons - Dedication
© William Wordsworth
RYDAL MOUNT, WESTMORELAND,
April , 1815.
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The Ghost - Book II
© Charles Churchill
A sacred standard rule we find,
By poets held time out of mind,
Sonnet CXXVII
© William Shakespeare
In the old age black was not counted fair,
Or if it were, it bore not beauty's name;
But now is black beauty's successive heir,
And beauty slander'd with a bastard shame:
Sonnet CXXVI
© William Shakespeare
O thou, my lovely boy, who in thy power
Dost hold Time's fickle glass, his sickle, hour;
Who hast by waning grown, and therein show'st
Thy lovers withering as thy sweet self grow'st;
Sonnet CXXII
© William Shakespeare
Thy gift, thy tables, are within my brain
Full character'd with lasting memory,
Which shall above that idle rank remain
Beyond all date, even to eternity;
Sonnet CXI
© William Shakespeare
O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide,
The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds,
That did not better for my life provide
Than public means which public manners breeds.
Sonnet CIX
© 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:
Sonnet 94: They that have power to hurt and will do none
© 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,
Unmovèd, cold, and to temptation slow,
The Funeral Tree of the Sokokis. 1756
© John Greenleaf Whittier
Around Sebago's lonely lake
There lingers not a breeze to break
The mirror which its waters make.
An Octopus
© Marianne Clarke Moore
of ice. Deceptively reserved and flat,
it lies "in grandeur and in mass"
Sonnet 84: Who is it that says most, which can say more
© William Shakespeare
Who is it that says most, which can say more,
Than this rich praise -- that you alone are you,
In whose confine immurèd is the store
Which should example where your equal grew?
Fear
© Gamaliel Bradford
When I was little,
My life was half fear.
My nerves were as brittle
As nature may bear.
Sonnet XII
© Caroline Norton
THE DISDAINED LOVER.
I STAND beside the waves,--the mournful waves,--
Where thou didst stand in silence and in fear,
For thou wert train'd by custom's haughty slaves,
Sonnet 68: Thus is his cheek the map of days outworn
© William Shakespeare
Thus is his cheek the map of days outworn,
When beauty lived and died as flowers do now,
Before these bastard signs of fair were born,
Or durst inhabit on a living brow;
A May Night on the Mountains
© Henry Lawson
Tis a wonderful time when these hours begin,
These long small hours of night,
En marchant le matin
© Victor Marie Hugo
Puisque là-bas s'entr'ouvre une porte vermeille,
Puisque l'aube blanchit le bord de l'horizon,
Pareille au serviteur qui le premier s'éveille
Et, sa lampe à la main, marche dans la maison,
Verses Occasioned By The Right Honourable The Lady Viscountess Tyrconnel's Recovery At Bath
© Richard Savage
Receive thy care! Now Mirth and Health combine.
Each heart shall gladden, and each virtue shine.
Quick to Augusta bear the prize away;
There let her smile, and bid a world be gay.
Sonnet 60: Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore
© William Shakespeare
Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore,
So do our minutes hasten to their end;
Each changing place with that which goes before,
In sequent toil all forwards do contend.
The Destiny Of Nations. A Vision.
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Auspicious Reverence! Hush all meaner song,
Ere we the deep preluding strain have poured
To the Great Father, only Rightful King,
Eternal Father! King Omnipotent!
To the Will Absolute, the One, the Good!
The I AM, the Word, the Life, the Living God!
