Nature poems
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Paradiso (English)
© Dante Alighieri
The glory of Him who moveth everything
Doth penetrate the universe, and shine
In one part more and in another less.
The Voyage Of St. Brendan A.D. 545 - The Paradise Of Birds
© Denis Florence MacCarthy
It was the fairest and the sweetest scene--
The freshest, sunniest, smiling land that e'er
Held o'er the waves its arms of sheltering green
Unto the sea and storm-vexed mariner:--
The Spagnoletto. Act III
© Emma Lazarus
RIBERA (laying aside his brush).
So! I am weary. Luca, what 's o'clock?
Daphne
© George Meredith
Musing on the fate of Daphne,
Many feelings urged my breast,
For the God so keen desiring,
And the Nymph so deep distrest.
Satan Absolved
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Angels. And we would know God's plan,
His true thought for the world, the wherefore and the why
Of His long patience mocked, His name in jeopardy.
We have no heart to serve without instructions new.
On Ye Bishop Of Meaths Death
© Thomas Parnell
Mourn widdowd Iland, Mourn, your Pan is dead.
Mourn ye unhappy flocks your Sheapherd Pan is fled;
To A Friend Who Had Declared His Intention Of Writing No More Poetry
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Dear Charles! whilst yet thou wert a babe, I ween
That Genius plunged thee in that wizard fount
High Castalie: and (sureties of thy faith)
That Pity and Simplicity stood by.
The Shepherd's Calendar - June
© John Clare
Now summer is in flower and natures hum
Is never silent round her sultry bloom
Australia's First Great Poet
© Charles Harpur
HIS lot how glorious whom the must shall name
Her first high-priest in this bright southern clime!
The Fairy Cave
© Mao Zedong
Amid the growing shades of dusk stand sturdy pines,
Riotous clouds sweep past, swift and tranquil.
Nature has excelled herself in the Fairy Cave,
On perilous peaks dwells beauty in her infinite variety.
The Resurrection
© Giacomo Leopardi
I thought I had forever lost,
Alas, though still so young,
The tender joys and sorrows all,
That unto youth belong;
The Naturalist's Summer-Evening Walk
© Gilbert White
To Thomas Pennant, Esquire.
… equidem credo, quia sit divinitus illis
Ingenium. ~ Virgil, Georgics.
A Song Of England
© Alfred Noyes
There is a song of England that none shall ever sing;
So sweet it is and fleet it is
Yarrow Visited
© William Wordsworth
And is this -Yarrow? -This the stream
Of which my fancy cherished
To a Lady Before Marriage
© Thomas Tickell
Oh! form'd by Nature, and refin'd by Art,
With charms to win, and sense to fix the heart!
In War-Time: An Aspiration Of The Spirit
© Sydney Thompson Dobell
Lord Jesus, as a little child,
Upon some high ascension day
When a great people goes to pay
Allegiance, and the tumult wild
Vis Medicatrix Naturae
© Alfred Austin
When Faith turns false and Fancy grows unkind,
And Fortune, more from fickleness than spite,
The Prophecy Of Famine
© Charles Churchill
Still have I known thee for a silly swain;
Of things past help, what boots it to complain?
Nothing but mirth can conquer fortune's spite;
No sky is heavy, if the heart be light:
Patience is sorrow's salve: what can't be cured,
So Donald right areads, must be endured.
Written With A Slate Pencil On A Stone, On The Side Of The Mountain Of Black Comb
© William Wordsworth
STAY, bold Adventurer; rest awhile thy limbs
On this commodious Seat! for much remains
Of hard ascent before thou reach the top
Of this huge Eminence,--from blackness named,
