Nature poems
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Wild Oats
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
I saw a fair youth, with a brow broad and white,
And an eye that was beaming with intellect's light:
And his face seemed to glow with the wealth of his mind;
And I said, "He will grace and ennoble mankind:
He is Nature's own king."
To Death
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
Tremble, ye proud, whose grandeur mocks the woe
Which props the column of unnatural state!
You the plainings, faint and low,
From Miserys tortured soul that flow,
Shall usher to your fate.
The Awakening
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
FROM day to day the dreary heaven
Outpoured its hopeless heart in rain;
The conscious pines, half shuddering, heard
The secret of the East wind's pain.
The Farmer Of Tilsbury Vale
© William Wordsworth
'TIS not for the unfeeling, the falsely refined,
The squeamish in taste, and the narrow of mind,
And the small critic wielding his delicate pen,
That I sing of old Adam, the pride of old men.
The Ways Are Green
© William Ernest Henley
The ways are green with the gladdening sheen
Of the young year's fairest daughter.
Report on Experience
© Edmund Blunden
I have been young, and now am not too old;
And I have seen the righteous forsaken,
His health, his honour and his quality taken.
This is not what we were formerly told.
Prince Dorus
© Charles Lamb
He thank'd the Fairy for her kind advice.-
Thought he, "If this be all, I'll not be nice;
Rather than in my courtship I will fail,
I will to mince-meat tread Minon's black tail."
The World In The Heart
© Jane Taylor
The charms of mental converse some may fear,
Who scruple not to lend a ready ear
To kitchen tales, of scandal, strife, and love,
Which make the maid and mistress hand and glove ;
And ever deem the sin and danger less,
Merely for being in a vulgar dress.
The Borough. Letter VIII: Trades
© George Crabbe
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'Tis small: we boast not these rich subjects here,
Who hazard thrice ten thousand pounds a-year;
We've no huge buildings, where incessant noise
Is made by springs and spindles, girls and boys;
Where, 'mid such thundering sounds, the maiden's
The Bride Of Abydos
© George Gordon Byron
Know ye the land where cypress and myrtle
Are emblems of deeds that are done in their clime,
Don Juan: Canto The Sixteenth
© George Gordon Byron
The antique Persians taught three useful things,
To draw the bow, to ride, and speak the truth.
The Angel Of The Sun
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
WHILE bending o'er my golden lyre,
While waving light my wing of fire ;
Creation's regions to explore,
To gaze, to wonder, to adore:
The Lay Missioner
© Denis Florence MacCarthy
Had I a wish-'twere this, that heaven would make
My heart as strong to imitate as love,
The River Note
© Ralph Waldo Emerson
And I behold once more
My old familiar haunts; here the blue river,
The Idlers Calendar. Twelve Sonnets For The Months. December
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
AWAY TO EGYPT
Enough, enough! This winter is too rude,
Too dark of countenance, of tooth too keen.
Nature finds rebels now in flesh and blood,
Alma; or, The Progress of the Mind. In Three Cantos. - Canto III.
© Matthew Prior
Ideas, farms, and intellects,
Have furnish'd out three different sects.
Substance or accident divides
All Europe into adverse sides.
Vision Of Columbus - Book 6
© Joel Barlow
Naval action of De Grasse and Graves. Capture of Cornwallis..
Thus view'd the sage. When, lo, in eastern skies,
To A Young Lady Who Had Been Reproached For Taking Long Walks In The Country
© William Wordsworth
DEAR Child of Nature, let them rail!
--There is a nest in a green dale,
A harbour and a hold;
Where thou, a Wife and Friend, shalt see
Thy own heart-stirring days, and be
A light to young and old.
The Speech
© Benjamin Jonson
The long laments I spent for ruin'd Troy,
Are dried; and now mine eyes run teares of joy.
No more shall men suppose Electra dead,
Though from the consort of her sisters fled
