Nature poems
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Sonnet 4: Unthrifty loveliness, why dost thou spend
© William Shakespeare
Unthrifty loveliness, why dost thou spend
Upon thy self thy beauty's legacy?
Nature's bequest gives nothing, but doth lend,
And being frank she lends to those are free.
My Soul Is Marching On!
© Paramahansa Yogananda
The shining stars are sunk in darkness deep,
The weary sun is dead at night,
The moons soft smile doth fade anon;
But still my soul is marching on!
The Vanity of Wealth
© Samuel Johnson
No more thus brooding o'er yon heap,
With avarice painful vigils keep:
To the Immortal Memory and Friendship of That Noble Pair, Sir Lucius Cary and Sir H. Morison
© Benjamin Jonson
The Turn
Brave infant of Saguntum, clear
For an Old Poet
© Henry Cuyler Bunner
When he is old and past all singing,
Grant, kindly Time, that he may hear
The rhythm through joyous Nature ringing,
Uncaught by any duller ear.
Sonnet 18: Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
© 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.
The Century Of Garibaldi
© George Meredith
That aim, albeit they were of minds diverse,
Conjoined them, not to strive without surcease;
For them could be no babblement of peace
While lay their country under Slavery's curse.
Sonnet 127: In the old age black was not counted fair
© 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 slandered with a bastard shame.
Sonnet 122: Thy gift, thy tables, are within my brain
© William Shakespeare
Thy gift, thy tables, are within my brain
Full charactered with lasting memory,
Which shall above that idle rank remain
Beyond all date even to eternity
The Rose Of Flora
© William Makepeace Thackeray
On Brady's tower there grows a flower,
It is the loveliest flower that blows,
At Castle Brady there lives a lady,
(And how I love her no one knows);
Her name is Nora, and the goddess Flora
Presents her with this blooming rose.
Sonnet 111: O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide
© 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 11: As fast as thou shalt wane, so fast thou grow'st
© William Shakespeare
As fast as thou shalt wane, so fast thou grow'st
In one of thine, from that which thou departest,
And that fresh blood which youngly thou bestow'st,
Thou mayst call thine when thou from youth convertest.
October, 1803
© William Wordsworth
. These times strike monied worldlings with dismay:
Even rich men, brave by nature, taint the air
It struck meevery Day
© Emily Dickinson
It struck meevery Day
The Lightning was as new
As if the Cloud that instant slit
And let the Fire through
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? (Sonnet 18)
© 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.
The Flame
© Ezra Pound
Sapphire Benacus, in thy mists and thee
Nature herself's turned metaphysical,
Who can look on that blue and not believe?
A Lover's Complaint
© William Shakespeare
FROM off a hill whose concave womb reworded
A plaintful story from a sistering vale,
My spirits to attend this double voice accorded,
And down I laid to list the sad-tuned tale;
The Vanity of Human Wishes (excerpts)
© Samuel Johnson
45 Yet still one gen'ral cry the skies assails,
46 And gain and grandeur load the tainted gales,
47 Few know the toiling statesman's fear or care,
48 Th' insidious rival and the gaping heir.
On The Death Of Mr. Robert Levet, A Practiser In Physic
© Samuel Johnson
CONDEMN'D to Hope's delusive mine,
As on we toil from day to day,
By sudden blasts or slow decline
Our social comforts drop away.
