Nature poems
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Paradise Regain'd: Book IV (1671)
© Patrick Kavanagh
PErplex'd and troubl'd at his bad success
The Tempter stood, nor had what to reply,
What Is Prayer?
© James Montgomery
Prayer is the soul's sincere desire,
Unuttered or expressed;
The motion of a hidden fire,
That trembles in the breast.
All nature has a feeling
© John Clare
All nature has a feeling: woods, fields, brooks
Are life eternal: and in silence they
The Wind Of March
© John Greenleaf Whittier
Up from the sea, the wild north wind is blowing
Under the sky's gray arch;
Smiling, I watch the shaken elm-boughs, knowing
It is the wind of March.
A Hymn
© James Thomson
These, as they change, Almighty Father, these
Are but the varied God. The rolling year
Within and Without: Part IV: A Dramatic Poem
© George MacDonald
SCENE I.-Summer. Julian's room. JULIAN is reading out of a book of
poems.
Kara
© George Essex Evans
Chequered with sunshine and shadethe umbrage of white clouds in motion
Rearing their summits to Heaven, broken like waves on their strands,
Northward and southward and seaward the mountains arise from the ocean
Poised on a height above all, Kara, the beautiful, stands.
Paradise Regain'd: Book I (1671)
© Patrick Kavanagh
I Who e're while the happy Garden sung,
By one mans disobedience lost, now sing
Caelica 4: [You little stars that live in skies]
© Fulke Greville
You little stars that live in skies
And glory in Apollo’s glory,
On The Downs
© Algernon Charles Swinburne
A faint sea without wind or sun;
A sky like flameless vapour dun;
A valley like an unsealed grave
That no man cares to weep upon,
Bare, without boon to crave,
Or flower to save.
A ceux qui sont petits
© Victor Marie Hugo
Est-ce ma faute à moi si vous n'êtes pas grands ?
Vous aimez les hiboux, les fouines, les tyrans,
A Death in the Desert
© Robert Browning
Then Xanthus said a prayer, but still he slept:
It is the Xanthus that escaped to Rome,
Was burned, and could not write the chronicle.
Epistles to Several Persons: Epistle IV
© Alexander Pope
Still follow sense, of ev'ry art the soul,
Parts answ'ring parts shall slide into a whole,
Spontaneous beauties all around advance,
Start ev'n from difficulty, strike from chance;
Nature shall join you; time shall make it grow
A work to wonder at—perhaps a Stowe.
The Ready Artists
© Edgar Albert Guest
The green is in the meadow and the blue is in the sky,
And all of Nature's artists have their colors handy by;
With a few days bright with sunshine and a few nights free from frost
They will start to splash their colors quite regardless of the cost.
There's an artist waiting ready at each bleak and dismal spot
To paint the flashing tulip or the meek forget-me-not.
Misgivings
© Arvind Krishna Mehrotra
When ocean-clouds over inland hills
Sweep storming in late autumn brown,
At Tynemouth Priory
© William Lisle Bowles
AFTER A TEMPESTUOUS VOYAGE.
As slow I climb the cliff's ascending side,
To a Little Invisible Being Who is Expected Soon to Become Visible
© Bliss William Carman
Germ of new life, whose powers expanding slow
For many a moon their full perfection wait,—
Haste, precious pledge of happy love, to go
Auspicious borne through life's mysterious gate.
Youth and Age
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Verse, a breeze mid blossoms straying,
Where Hope clung feeding, like a bee
Both were mine! Life went a-maying
With Nature, Hope, and Poesy,
When I was young!
