Nature poems
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Gipsies
© William Wordsworth
YET are they here the same unbroken knot
Of human Beings, in the self-same spot!
Men, women, children, yea the frame
Of the whole spectacle the same!
A Song Of Other days
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
As o'er the glacier's frozen sheet
Breathes soft the Alpine rose,
The Yellowhammer
© John Clare
When shall I see the white-thorn leaves agen,
And yellowhammers gathering the dry bents
Praise Of Creation
© George Moses Horton
Creation fires my tongue!
Nature thy anthems raise;
And spread the universal song
Of thy Creator's praise!
Steelhead
© Robinson Jeffers
The sky was cold December blue with great tumbling clouds,
and the little river
Lord! When Those Glorious Lights I See
© George Wither
Lord! when those glorious lights I see
With which thou hast adorned the skies,
The Dunciad: Book III.
© Alexander Pope
But in her Temple's last recess inclos'd,
On Dulness' lap th' Anointed head repos'd.
In The Winter
© George MacDonald
In the winter, flowers are springing;
In the winter, woods are green,
Men in the Rough
© Arthur Chapman
Men in the rough--on the trails all new-broken--
Those are the friends we remember with tears;
Few are the words that such comrades have spoken--
Deeds are their tributes that last through the years.
Fourth Sunday After Epiphany
© John Keble
They know the Almighty's power,
Who, wakened by the rushing midnight shower,
The Curse
© John Donne
Whoever guesses, thinks, or dreams, he knows
Who is my mistress, wither by this curse ;
Child Thoughts
© William Henry Drummond
WRITTEN TO COMMEMORATE THE ANNIVER-
SARY OF MY BROTHER TOM 'S BIRTHDAY
The Arctic Visitation
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
SOME air-born genius, with malignant mouth,
Breathed on the cold clouds of an Arctic zone--
Which o'er long wastes of shore and ocean blown
Swept threatening, vast, toward the amazèd South:
Merlin And Vivien
© Alfred Tennyson
A storm was coming, but the winds were still,
And in the wild woods of Broceliande,
Before an oak, so hollow, huge and old
It looked a tower of ivied masonwork,
At Merlin's feet the wily Vivien lay.
Memorials Of A Tour In Scotland, 1803 XII. Sonnet Composed At ---- Castle
© William Wordsworth
DEGENERATE Douglas! oh, the unworthy Lord!
Whom mere despite of heart could so far please,
And love of havoc, (for with such disease
Fame taxes him,) that he could send forth word
