Nature poems
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Point Joe
© Robinson Jeffers
Point Joe has teeth and has torn ships; it has fierce and solitary
beauty;
Walk there all day you shall see nothing that will not make part
of a poem.
On The Posteriors
© Jonathan Swift
Because I am by nature blind,
I wisely choose to walk behind;
However, to avoid disgrace,
I let no creature see my face.
To Mr. Dryden
© Joseph Addison
How long, great Poet, shall thy sacred lays
Provoke our wonder, and transcend our praise?
Red Rock Camp
© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
A TALE OF EARLY COLORADO.
My simple story is of those times ere the magic power of steam
First whirled the traveller oer the plains with the swiftness of a dream,
Reducing to a few days time the journey of many a week,
That fell of old to the miners lot ere he sighted tall Pikes Peak.
Ode to W. Kitchener, M.D.
© Thomas Hood
Author of The Cook's Oracle, Observations on Vocal Music, The Art of Invigorating and Prolonging Life, Practical Observations on Telescopes, Opera-Glasses, and Spectacles, The Housekeeper's Ledger and The Pleasure of Making a Will.
"I rule the roast, as Milton says!"Caleb Quotem.
Oh! multifarious man!
Good Tidings; Or News From The Farm
© Robert Bloomfield
Where's the Blind Child, so admirably fair,
With guileless dimples, and with flaxen hair
Epistle To Augusta
© George Gordon Byron
I.
My sister! my sweet sister! if a name
Dearer and purer were, it should be thine;
Mountains and seas divide us, but I claim
To the Stars
© Erasmus Darwin
Roll on, ye starts! exult in youthful prime,
Mark with bright curves the printless steps of time;
Love Despised
© Madison Julius Cawein
Can one resolve and hunt it from one's heart?
This love, this god and fiend, that makes a hell
Georgic 2
© Publius Vergilius Maro
Thus far the tilth of fields and stars of heaven;
Now will I sing thee, Bacchus, and, with thee,
Love Sonnets
© Charles Harpur
How beautiful doth the morning rise
Oer the hills, as from her bower a bride
Comes brightenedblushing with the shame-faced pride
Of love that now consummated supplies
It Is a Beauteous Evening
© William Wordsworth
It is a beauteous evening, calm and free,
The holy time is quiet as a nun
The First American Congress
© Joel Barlow
Columbus looked; and still around them spread,
From south to north, th' immeasurable shade;
Epitaph on Sir Thomas Hanmer, Bart.
© Samuel Johnson
Thou who survey'st these walls with curious eye,
Pause at this tomb where Hanmer's ashes lie;
Ode - On the Death of a Young Lady
© John Logan
The peace of Heaven attend thy shade,
My early friend, my favourite maid!
When life was new, companions gay,
We hail'd the morning of our day.
Dans le jardin
© Victor Marie Hugo
Jeanne et Georges sont là. Le noir ciel orageux
Devient rose, et répand l'aurore sur leurs jeux ;
Ô beaux jours ! Le printemps auprès de moi s'empresse ;
Tout verdit ; la forêt est une enchanteresse ;
The True Heroes : Or, The Noble Army Of Martyrs
© Hannah More
You who love a tale of glory,
Listen to the song I sing:
Heroes of the Christian story
Are the heroes I shall bring.
Glucose Self-Monitoring by Katy Giebenhain: American Life in Poetry #33 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laurea
© Ted Kooser
Katy Giebenhain, an American living in Berlin, Germany, depicts a ritual that many diabetics undergo several times per day: testing one’s blood sugar. The poet shows us new ways of looking at what can be an uncomfortable chore by comparing it to other things: tapping trees for syrup, checking oil levels in a car, milking a cow.
