Nature poems

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A narrow fellow in the grass (1096)

© Emily Dickinson

A narrow fellow in the grass

Occasionally rides;

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Ode XVIII: To The Right Honourable Francis Earl Of Huntington

© Mark Akenside

I. 2.
Nor less prevailing is their charm
The vengeful bosom to disarm;
To melt the proud with human woe,
And prompt unwilling tears to flow.

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Marenghi

© Percy Bysshe Shelley

II.
A massy tower yet overhangs the town,
A scattered group of ruined dwellings now...

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Hymn to Life

© James Schuyler

The wind rests its cheek upon the ground and feels the cool damp 

And lifts its head with twigs and small dead blades of grass 

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The Prayer Of Nature

© George Gordon Byron

Father of Light! great God of Heaven!
  Hear'st thou the accents of despair?
Can guilt like man's be e'er forgiven?
  Can vice atone for crimes by prayer?

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Outlook

© Archibald Lampman

  Not to be conquered by these headlong days, 
  But to stand free: to keep the mind at brood
  On life's deep meaning, nature's altitude
  Of loveliness, and time's mysterious ways;

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Poems - Written On The Deaths Of Three Lovely Children

© Jean Ingelow

Yellow leaves, how fast they flutter-woodland hollows thickly strewing,
  Where the wan October sunbeams scantly in the mid-day win,
While the dim gray clouds are drifting, and in saddened hues imbuing
  All without and all within!

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Fears In Solitude. Written In April, 1798, During The Alarm Of An Invasion

© Samuel Taylor Coleridge

A green and silent spot, amid the hills,
A small and silent dell!  O'er stiller place
No singing sky-lark ever poised himself.
The hills are heathy, save that swelling slope,

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An Essay on Man: Epistle I

© Alexander Pope

To Henry St. John, Lord Bolingbroke


Awake, my St. John! leave all meaner things

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The Lake of the Thousand Isles

© Evan MacColl

(For Music.)
   Though Missouri'stide may majestic glide,
    There's a curse on the soil it laves;
   The Ohio, too, may be fair, but who

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Despotisms

© Louise Imogen Guiney

Vast intimate tyranny! Nature dispossessed
  Helplessly hates thee, whose symbolic flare
Lights up (with what reiterance unblest!)
  Entrails of horror in a world thought fair.
False God of pastime thou, vampire of rest,
  Augur of what pollution, what despair?

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Vernal Ode

© William Wordsworth

I
BENEATH the concave of an April sky,
When all the fields with freshest green were dight,
Appeared, in presence of the spiritual eye

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Flamingo Watching

© Kay Ryan

Wherever the flamingo goes, 

she brings a city’s worth

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A Summer Recollection

© Sarah Flower Adams

Night comes!—She seeks her rest.
Peace, fold her to thy breast!
And loveliest dreams unto her sleep be given:
The blessing she has brought
Into her soul be wrought!
On Earth there is no purer, brighter Heaven!

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Ormuzd And Ahriman. Part II

© Christopher Pearse Cranch

Fear not, for ye shall live if ye receive
The life divine, obedient to the law
Of truth and good. So shall there be no frown
Upon his face who wills the good of all.

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Hero and Leander

© Christopher Marlowe

The First Sestiad
(excerpt)

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Sonnet II

© Paul Hamilton Hayne

I FEAR thee not, O Death! nay oft I pine
To clasp thy passionless bosom to mine own,
And on thy heart sob out my latest moan,
Ere lapped and lost in thy strange sleep divine;

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To a Gentleman and Lady on the Death of the Lady's Brother and Sister, and a Child of the Name Avis, Aged One Year

© Phillis Wheatley

But, Madam, let your grief be laid aside,
And let the fountain of your tears be dry'd,
In vain they flow to wet the dusty plain,
Your sighs are wafted to the skies in vain,
Your pains they witness, but they can no more,
While Death reigns tyrant o'er this mortal shore.

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We Are Some Disjointed Guitars...

© Kostas Karyotakis

We are some disjointed guitars.
When the wind blows through
discordant lines and sounds awaken
in the chainlike strings that dangle.