Nature poems
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Luther Benson
© James Whitcomb Riley
AFTER READING HIS AUTOBIOGRAPHY
POOR victim of that vulture curse
Ecrit sur le tombeau
© Victor Marie Hugo
Vieux lierre, frais gazon, herbe, roseaux, corolles ;
Eglise où l'esprit voit le Dieu qu'il rêve ailleurs ;
Mouches qui murmurez d'ineffables paroles
À l'oreille du pâtre assoupi dans les fleurs ;
The Library
© George Crabbe
When the sad soul, by care and grief oppress'd,
Looks round the world, but looks in vain for rest;
Greek Religion
© Richard Monckton Milnes
Thou art become, oh Echo! a voice, an inanimate image;
Where is the palest of maids, dark--tressed, darkwreathèd with ivy,
Who with her lips half--opened, and gazes of beautiful wonder,
Quickly repeated the words that burst on her lonely recesses,
Low in a love--lorn tone, too deep--distracted to answer?
The Resurrection
© Denis Florence MacCarthy
The day of wintry wrath is o'er,
The whirlwind and the storm have pass'd,
The whiten'd ashes of the snow
Enwrap the ruined world no more;
Nor keenly from the orient blow
The venom'd hissings of the blast.
Upon Eckington Bridge, River Avon
© Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch
O pastoral heart of England! like a psalm
Of green days telling with a quiet beat-
Sonnet To Mrs. Bates
© Helen Maria Williams
Oh, thou whose melody the heart obeys,
Thou who can'st all its subject passions move,
The Door Of Humility
© Alfred Austin
ENGLAND
We lead the blind by voice and hand,
And not by light they cannot see;
We are not framed to understand
The How and Why of such as He;
The Dominion Of Australia {A Forecast}
© James Brunton Stephens
SHE is not yet, but he whose ear
Thrills to that finer atmosphere
A Sentiment
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
The pledge of Friendship! it is still divine,
Though watery floods have quenched its burning wine;
The Departure. AN ELEGY.
© Henry King
VVere I to leave no more then a good friend,
Or but to hear the summons to my end,
(Which I have long'd for) I could then with ease
Attire my grief in words, and so appease
Christmas Day
© John Keble
What sudden blaze of song
Spreads o'er th' expanse of Heaven?
In waves of light it thrills along,
Th' angelic signal given -
"Glory to God!" from yonder central fire
Flows out the echoing lay beyond the starry choir;
Excelsior
© Francis William Bourdillon
If one should strive to reach a star,
He would not build a ladder high,
Seek foot by foot to climb so far,
And step by step ascend the sky;
Farewell to Italy
© Walter Savage Landor
I LEAVE thee, beauteous Italy! no more
From the high terraces, at even-tide,
To look supine into thy depths of sky,
Thy golden moon between the cliff and me,
Mark The Concentrated Hazels That Enclose
© William Wordsworth
MARK the concentred hazels that enclose
Yon old grey Stone, protected from the ray
Of noontide suns:--and even the beams that play
And glance, while wantonly the rough wind blows,
The Prodigy.
© Mary Barber
Then they throng to my House, and my Maid they beseech,
To say, if her Mistress had quite lost her Speech.
Nell readily own'd, what they heard was too true;
That To--day I was dumb, give the Devil his Due:
And frankly confess'd, were it always the Case,
No Servant could e'er have a happier Place.
Epilogue
© Edgar Lee Masters
You're dreaming worlds. I'm in the King row.
Move as you will, if I can't wreck you
I'll thwart you, harry you, rout you, check you.
He Needed Not
© George MacDonald
Of whispering trees the tongues to hear,
And sermons of the silent stone;
To read in brooks the print so clear
Of motion, shadowy light, and tone-
That man hath neither eye nor ear
Who careth not for human moan.
