Nature poems
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To My Brothers
© Norman Rowland Gale
O BROTHERS, who must ache and stoop
Oer wordy tasks in London town,
On The Difficulty Of Conjuring Up A Dryad
© Sylvia Plath
Ravening through the persistent bric-à-brac
Of blunt pencils, rose-sprigged coffee cup,
Postage stamps, stacked books' clamor and yawp,
Neighborhood cockcrowall nature's prodigal backtalk,
All Ashore!
© Henry Lawson
The rattling donkey ceases,
The bell says we must part,
You long slab of good-nature,
And poetry and art!
Addressed To Miss Macartney, Afterwards Mrs. Greville, On Reading The Prayer For Indifference
© William Cowper
And dwells there in a female heart,
By bounteous heaven design'd
The choicest raptures to impact,
To feel the most refined;
An Epistle To William Hogarth
© Charles Churchill
Amongst the sons of men how few are known
Who dare be just to merit not their own!
Quatrains
© Ralph Waldo Emerson
With beams December planets dart
His cold eye truth and conduct scanned,
July was in his sunny heart,
October in his liberal hand.
Fire. (Sonnet II.)
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Not without fire can any workman mould
The iron to his preconceived design,
The Plains
© George Essex Evans
WIDE are the plainsthe plains that stretch to the west
An ocean of trackless waste, untrodden and rude,
Where an Austral sun flings fire on earths bare breast,
Brazen skies oerhanging a treeless solitude.
Fragments
© George Meredith
This love of nature, that allures to take
Irregularity for harmony
Of larger scope than our hard measures make,
Cherish it as thy school for when on thee
The ills of life descend.
Address To Kilchurn Castle, Upon Loch Awe
© William Wordsworth
CHILD of loud-throated War! the mountain Stream
Roars in thy hearing; but thy hour of rest
Counsel In Sorrow.
© Robert Crawford
How poor is comfort when the loss is great,
And vain all counsel to assuage a tear!
A light affliction it may medicine;
But when deep Nature groans all words are air,
Pharsalia - Book V: The Oracle. The Mutiny. The Storm
© Marcus Annaeus Lucanus
While soldier thus and chief,
In doubtful sort, against their hidden fate
Devised their counsel, Appius alone
Feared for the chances of the war, and sought
Through Phoebus' ancient oracle to break
The silence of the gods and know the end.
The Released Rebel Prisoner
© Herman Melville
Armies he's seen--the herds of war,
But never such swarms of men
As now in the Nineveh of the North--
How mad the Rebellion then!
"For Beauty Being the Best of All We Know"
© Robert Seymour Bridges
For beauty being the best of all we know
Sums up the unsearchable and secret aims
Aphrodisiac
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
Now, listen to me, folks...
Hear what I say.
You got to eat oysters everyday
They'll put your love life back on track
They're nature's own aphrodisiac.
Posthumous Fame
© Kostas Karyotakis
Our death is needed by the boundless nature all around
and is craved by the purple mouths of flowers.
If Spring were again to come, it will again leave us,
and then we shall not even be shadows of other shadows.
A Pastoral Ode. To the Hon. Sir Richard Lyttleton
© William Shenstone
The morn dispensed a dubious light,
A sudden mist had stolen from sight
Each pleasing vale and hill;
When Damon left his humble bowers,
To guard his flocks, to fence his flowers,
Or check his wandering rill.
On the Death of Dr. Robert Levet
© 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.
