Nature poems
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Hate
© Edgar Albert Guest
They say we must not hate, nor fight in hate.
I've thought it over many a solemn hour,
Life And Immortality
© James Beattie
"O ye wild groves, oh, where is now your bloom!"
(The muse interprets thus his tender thought)
Your flowers, your verdure, and your balmy gloom,
Of late so grateful in the hour of drought?
Sonnet 1: Loving In Truth
© Sir Philip Sidney
Loving in truth, and fain in verse my love to show,
That she (dear She) might take some pleasure of my pain:
Pleasure might cause her read, reading might make her know,
Knowledge might pity win, and pity grace obtain;
The Smiling Listener
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
PRECISELY. I see it. You all want to say
That a tear is too sad and a laugh is too gay;
You could stand a faint smile, you could manage a sigh,
But you value your ribs, and you don't want to cry.
The Lovers Morning Salute To His Mistress
© Robert Burns
Sleep'st thou, or wakst thou, fairest creature?
Rosy morn now lifts his eye,
Numbering ilka bud which Nature
Waters wi the tears o joy.
Sonnet LXXXI: Rest with your dream inside my dream
© Pablo Neruda
Already, you are mine. Rest with your dream inside my dream.
Love, grief, labour, must sleep now.
Night revolves on invisible wheels
and joined to me you are pure as sleeping amber.
A Girls Day Dream And Its Fulfilment
© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
Ah! mother it once sufficed thy child
To cherish a bird or flowret wild;
To see the moonbeams the waters kiss,
Was enough to fill her heart with bliss;
Or oer the bright woodland stream to bow,
But these things may not suffice her now.
On the Memory of Mr. Edward King, Drown'd in the Irish Seas
© John Cleveland
I like not tears in tune, nor do I prize
His artificial grief that scans his eyes;
The Second Hymn Of Callimachus. To Apollo
© Matthew Prior
Hah! how the laurel, great Apollo's tree,
And all the cavern shakes! Far off, far off,
Fumant Dans Le Cristal
© André Marie de Chénier
Fumant dans le cristal, que Bacchus à longs flots
Partout aille à la ronde éveiller les bons mots.
This Morning
© Raymond Carver
This morning was something. A little snow
lay on the ground. The sun floated in a clear
Moore
© Denis Florence MacCarthy
He sings the heroic tales of old
When Ireland yet was free,
Of many a fight and foray bold,
And raid beyond the sea.
The Day Of Judgement
© John Newton
Day of judgement, day of wonders!
Hark! the trumpet's awful sound,
Louder than a thousand thunders,
Shakes the vast creation round!
How the summons will the sinner's heart confound.
Let Your Light So Shine
© George MacDonald
Sometimes, O Lord, thou lightest in my head
A lamp that well might pharos all the lands;
Anon the light will neither rise nor spread:
Shrouded in danger gray the beacon stands!
War And PeaceA Poem
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
Thou, whose lov'd presence and benignant smile
Has beam'd effulgence on this favour'd isle;
Thou! the fair seraph, in immortal state,
Thron'd on the rainbow, heaven's emblazon'd gate;
Thou! whose mild whispers in the summer-breeze
Control the storm, and undulate the seas;
The Nurse-Life Wheat
© Fulke Greville
THE nurse-life wheat, within his green husk growing,
Flatters our hope and tickles our desire,
Nature's true riches in sweet beauties showing,
Which set all hearts with lobor's love on fire.
The Wrongs Of Africa: Part The Second
© William Roscoe
FAIR is this fertile spot, which God assign'd
As man's terrestrial home; where every charm
Don Juan: Canto The Thirteenth
© George Gordon Byron
I now mean to be serious;--it is time,
Since laughter now-a-days is deem'd too serious.
