Nature poems
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Pharsalia - Book VI: The Fight Near Dyrhachium. Scaeva's Exploits. The Witch Of Thessalia.
© Marcus Annaeus Lucanus
Now that the chiefs with minds intent on fight
Had drawn their armies near upon the hills
For ret os paa Jorden at fryde,
© Peter Andreas Heiberg
For ret os paa Jorden at fryde,
vi skabtes til Frihed af Gud;
Winter
© Frances Anne Kemble
I saw him on his throne, far in the north,
Him ye call Winter, picturing him ever
Soneto a Cervantes (With English Translation)
© Rubén Dario
Horas de pesadumbre y de tristeza
paso en mi soledad. Pero Cervantes
es buen amigo. Endulza mis instantes
ásperos, y reposa mi cabeza.
Written in London. September, 1802
© William Wordsworth
O Friend! I know not which way I must look
For comfort, being, as I am, opprest,
Songs Set To Music: 6. Set By Mr. Smith
© Matthew Prior
Phillis, since we have both been kind,
And of each other had our fill,
Tell me what pleasure you can find
In forcing Nature 'gainst her will.
Hero And Leander. The Fifth Sestiad
© George Chapman
Now was bright Hero weary of the day,
Thought an Olympiad in Leander's stay.
Spring Showers
© James Thomson
The north-east spends his rage; he now shut up
Within his iron cave, th' effusive south
Warms the wide air, and o'er the void of heaven
Breathes the big clouds with vernal showers distent.
Under The Willows
© James Russell Lowell
Frank-hearted hostess of the field and wood,
Gypsy, whose roof is every spreading tree,
The Contemplative Sentry
© William Schwenck Gilbert
When all night long a chap remains
On sentry-go, to chase monotony
A propos d'Horace
© Victor Marie Hugo
Marchands de grec ! marchands de latin ! cuistres ! dogues!
Philistins ! magisters ! je vous hais, pédagogues !
Of The Nature Of Things: Book IV - Part 02 - Existence And Character Of The Images
© Lucretius
But since I've taught already of what sort
The seeds of all things are, and how distinct
Four Riddles
© Lewis Carroll
I
There was an ancient City, stricken down
With a strange frenzy, and for many a day
They paced from morn to eve the crowded town,
And danced the night away.
The Columbiad: Book VI
© Joel Barlow
But of all tales that war's black annals hold,
The darkest, foulest still remains untold;
New modes of torture wait the shameful strife,
And Britain wantons in the waste of life.
Of The Nature Of Things: Book II - Part 03 - Atomic Forms And Their Combinations
© Lucretius
Now come, and next hereafter apprehend
What sorts, how vastly different in form,
By A Norfolk Broad
© Ada Cambridge
One hour ago the crimson sun, that seemed so long a-drowning, sank.
The summer day is all but done. Our boat is moored beneath the bank.
I bask in peace, content, replete-my faithful comrade at my feet.
December Sonnet
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
ROUND the December heights the clouds are gray--
Gray, and wind-driven toward the stormy west,
They fly, like phantoms of malign unrest,
To fade in sombre distances away.
