Nature poems
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The Fable About A Nail
© Zbigniew Herbert
For lack of a nail the kingdom has fallen
according to the wisdom of nursery schoolsbut in our kingdom
there have been no nails for a long time there arent and wont be
either the small ones for hanging a picture
on a wall or large ones for closing a coffin
Pharsalia - Book IV: Caesar In Spain. War In The Adriatic Sea. Death Of Curio.
© Marcus Annaeus Lucanus
Should mix with ours, the vanquished. Destiny
Has run for us its course: one boon I beg;
Bid not the conquered conquer in thy train."
The Eld
© Richard Monckton Milnes
Oh! blessèd, blessèd be the Eld,
Its echoes and its shades,--
The tones that from all time outswelled,
The light that never fades;--
The pilgrimage to Mecca
© George Canning
What holy rites Mohammed's laws ordain,
What various duties bind his faithful train,-
Translation Of The Romaic Song
© George Gordon Byron
I enter thy garden of roses,
Beloved and fair Haidée,
To ---, Written At Venice
© Richard Monckton Milnes
Not only through the golden haze
Of indistinct surprise,
With which the Ocean--bride displays
Her pomp to stranger eyes;--
Two Viewpoints
© Edgar Albert Guest
OUT in the open, the wide sky above,
And the green meadows stretched at my feet;
To My Lord Buckhurst, Very Young, Playing With A Cat
© Matthew Prior
The amorous youth, whose tender breast
Was by his darling Cat possest,
The Singing Of The Magnificat
© Edith Nesbit
IN midst of wide green pasture-lands, cut through
By lines of alders bordering deep-banked streams,
Where bulrushes and yellow iris grew,
And rest and peace, and all the flowers of dreams,
The Abbey stood--so still, it seemed a part
Of the marsh-country's almost pulseless heart.
Elegy XXVI. Describing the Sorrow of An Ingeneous Mind
© William Shenstone
Why mourns my friend? why weeps his downcast eye,
That eye where mirth, where fancy, used to shine?
Thy cheerful meads reprove that swelling sigh;
Spring ne'er enamell'd fairer meads than thine.
Love and Honor
© William Shenstone
Sed neque Medorum silvae, ditissima terra
Nec pulcher Ganges, atque auro turbidus Haemus,
Written for my Son ... at his First Putting on Breeches
© Mary Barber
WHAT is it our mamma's bewitches,
To plague us little boys with breeches ?
Ode To Peace
© James Beattie
I. 1.
Peace, heaven-descended maid! whose powerful voice
From ancient darkness call'd the morn;
And hush'd of jarring elements the noise,
Shew Us The Father
© George MacDonald
"Shew us the Father." Chiming stars of space,
And lives that fit the worlds, and means and powers,
A Brisbane Reverie.
© James Brunton Stephens
AS I sit beside my little study window, looking down
From the heights of contemplation (attic front) upon the town
The Monster Of Mr Cogito
© Zbigniew Herbert
Lucky Saint George
from his knight's saddle
could exactly evaluate
the strength and movements of the dragon
A Short Hymn Upon The Birth Of Prince Charles
© Sir Henry Wotton
You that on Stars do look,
Arrest not there your sight,
Though Natures fairest Book,
And signed with propitious light;
Our Blessing now is more Divine,
Then Planets that at Noon did shine.
Cobbler Keezar's Vision
© John Greenleaf Whittier
The beaver cut his timber
With patient teeth that day,
The minks were fish-wards, and the crows
Surveyors of highway,-
