Nature poems
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The First Of April
© Charles Lamb
"Tell me what is the reason you hang down your head?
From your blushes I plainly discern
You have done something wrong. Ere you go up to bed,
I desire that the truth I may learn."
The Shepherds Calendar - February - A Thaw
© John Clare
Ploughmen go whistling to their toils
And yoke again the rested plough
And mingling oer the mellow soils
Boys' shouts and whips are noising now
Shakespeare
© Mathilde Blind
The world of men, unrolled before our sight,
Showed like a map, where stream and waterfall
And village-cradling vale and cloud-capped height
Stand faithfully recorded, great and small;
For Shakespeare was, and at his touch, with light
Impartial as the Sun's, revealed the All.
Vitamins And Roughage
© Kenneth Rexroth
Strong ankled, sun burned, almost naked,
The daughters of California
To Chloe Jealous
© Matthew Prior
Dear Chloe, how blubber'd is that pretty face;
Thy cheek all on fire, and thy hair all uncurl'd:
Prythee quit this caprice; and (as old Falstaff says)
Let us e'en talk a little like folks of this world.
Calidore: A Fragment
© John Keats
The sidelong view of swelling leafiness,
Which the glad setting sun, in gold doth dress;
Whence ever, and anon the jay outsprings,
And scales upon the beauty of its wings.
Bryants Seventieth Birthday
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
O EVEN-HANDED Nature! we confess
This life that men so honor, love, and bless
Has filled thine olden measure. Not the less.
Elemental Drifts
© Walt Whitman
ELEMENTAL drifts!
How I wish I could impress others as you have just been impressing
me!
The Flower-Garden
© Richard Monckton Milnes
O pensive Sister! thy tear--darkened gaze
I understand, whene'er thou look'st upon
The Garden's gilded green and colour'd blaze,
The gay society of flowers and sun.
Sonnet 67: "Ah wherefore with infection should he live..."
© William Shakespeare
Ah wherefore with infection should he live,
And with his presence grace impiety,
Of The Nature Of Things: Book V - Part 06 - Origins And Savage Period Of Mankind
© Lucretius
But mortal man
Was then far hardier in the old champaign,
Twilight Monologue
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
CAN it be that the glory of manhood has passed,
That its purpose, its passion, its might,
Have all paled with the fervor that fed them at last,
As the twilight comes down with the night?
Song (Untitled #11)
© George Meredith
The daisy now is out upon the green;
And in the grassy lanes
The child of April rains,
The sweet fresh-hearted violet, is smelt and loved unseen.
Anti-Apis
© James Russell Lowell
Praisest Law, friend? We, too, love it much as they that love it best;
'Tis the deep, august foundation, whereon Peace and Justice rest;
On the rock primeval, hidden in the Past its bases be,
Block by block the endeavoring Ages built it up to what we see.
Daughter Of Egypt
© James Bayard Taylor
DAUGHTER of Egypt, veil thine eyes!
I cannot bear their fire;
The Battle Autumn of 1862
© John Greenleaf Whittier
The flags of war like storm birds fly,
The charging trumpets blow;
Yet rolls no thunder in the sky,
No earthquake strives below.
The Two Coffins
© Eugene Field
In yonder old cathedral
Two lovely coffins lie;
In one, the head of the state lies dead,
And a singer sleeps hard by.
Upon The Lark and The Fowler
© John Bunyan
Thou simple bird, what makes thou here to play?
Look, there's the fowler, pr'ythee come away.
Impartiality
© James Russell Lowell
I cannot say a scene is fair
Because it is beloved of thee
But I shall love to linger there,
For sake of thy dear memory;
I would not be so coldly just
As to love only what I must.
