Nature poems

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The Recluse - Book First

© William Wordsworth

HOME AT GRASMERE
ONCE to the verge of yon steep barrier came
A roving school-boy; what the adventurer's age
Hath now escaped his memory--but the hour,

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Brothers-American Drama

© James Weldon Johnson

See! There he stands; not brave, but with an air 
Of sullen stupor. Mark him well! Is he
Not more like brute than man? Look in his eye! 
No light is there; none, save the glint that shines 
In the now glaring, and now shifting orbs
Of some wild animal caught in the hunter’s trap.

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Paradise Lost: Book IX (1674)

© Patrick Kavanagh

To whom the Virgin Majestie of Eve,
As one who loves, and some unkindness meets,
With sweet austeer composure thus reply'd,

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Preparatory Meditations - First Series: 39

© Edward Taylor

My sin! My sin, my God, these cursed dregs,
Green, yellow, blue-streaked poison hellish, rank,
Bubs hatched in nature's nest on serpents' eggs,
Yelp, chirp, and cry; they set my soul a-cramp.
I frown, chide, strike, and fight them, mourn and cry
To conquer them, but cannot them destroy.

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To Mr. Pope

© Thomas Parnell

To praise, and still with just respect to praise
A Bard triumphant in immortal bays,
The Learn'd to show, the Sensible commend,
Yet still preserve the province of the Friend,
What life, what vigour must the lines require?
What Music tune them, what affection fire?

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Haverhill

© John Greenleaf Whittier

O river winding to the sea!
We call the old time back to thee;
From forest paths and water-ways
The century-woven veil we raise.

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The Bridal of the Year

© Denis Florence MacCarthy

Yes! the Summer is returning,

 Warmer, brighter beams are burning

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The Selvage

© Michael Rosen

So door to door among the shotgun
shacks in Cullowhee and Waynesville in
our cleanest shirts and ma’am
and excuse me were all but second

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Canada To England

© Isabella Valancy Crawford

If destiny is writ on night's dusk scroll,
Then youngest stars are dropping from the hand
Of the Creator, sowing on the sky
My name in seeds of light.  Ages will watch
Those seeds expand to suns, such as the tree
Bears on its boughs, which grows in Paradise.

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The Laws of Motion

© Nikki Giovanni

(for Harlem Magic)
The laws of science teach us a pound of gold weighs as 
much as a pound of flour though if dropped from any 
undetermined height in their natural state one would
reach bottom and one would fly away

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Ode to Duty

© André Breton

Jam non consilio bonus, sed more eo perductus, ut non tantum recte facere possim, sed nisi recte facere non possim"
"I am no longer good through deliberate intent, but by long habit have reached a point where I am not only able to do right, but am unable to do anything but what is right."
(Seneca, Letters 120.10)

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Right Apprehension

© Thomas Traherne

Give but to things their true esteem,

And those which now so vile and worthless seem

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Cassandra Southwick

© John Greenleaf Whittier

To the God of all sure mercies let my blessing rise today,
From the scoffer and the cruel He hath plucked the spoil away;
Yes, he who cooled the furnace around the faithful three,
And tamed the Chaldean lions, hath set His handmaid free!

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As I Ebb’d with the Ocean of Life

© Walt Whitman

I perceive I have not really understood any thing, not a single object, and that no man ever can,
Nature here in sight of the sea taking advantage of me to dart upon me and sting me,
Because I have dared to open my mouth to sing at all.

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Honours -- Part II.

© Jean Ingelow

As one who, journeying, checks the rein in haste
  Because a chasm doth yawn across his way
Too wide for leaping, and too steeply faced
  For climber to essay-

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Still, Citizen Sparrow

© Lola Ridge

Still, citizen sparrow, this vulture which you call 
Unnatural, let him but lumber again to air 
Over the rotten office, let him bear
The carrion ballast up, and at the tall

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Corsons Inlet

© Archie Randolph Ammons

I went for a walk over the dunes again this morning
to the sea,
then turned right along
 the surf
  rounded a naked headland
  and returned

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To the Shade of Burns

© Charlotte Turner Smith

Mute is thy wild harp, now, O Bard sublime!

 Who, amid Scotia’s mountain solitude,