Weather poems
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Paracelsus: Part IV: Paracelsus Aspires
© Robert Browning
Festus.
So strange
That I must hope, indeed, your messenger
Has mingled his own fancies with the words
Purporting to be yours.
Seven Years
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Seven years have flown like seven days,
Like seven days of shining weather,
Since we, forsaking single ways,
Trod earth and faced the skies together.
from: Shoemaker's Holiday, Or The Gentle Craft
© Thomas Dekker
Cold's the wind, and wet's the rain,
Saint Hugh be our good speed ;
Ill is the weather that bringeth no gain,
Nor helps good hearts in need.
To Romance
© George Gordon Byron
Parent of golden dreams, Romance!
Auspicious Queen of childish joys,
Who lead'st along, in airy dance,
Thy votive train of girls and boys;
Alas, So Long!
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
AH! dear one, we were young so long,
It seemed that youth would never go,
Roundel
© Geoffrey Chaucer
Now welcome Summer with thy sunne soft,
That hast this winter`s weathers overshake,
And driven away the longe nighties black.
The Lord of the Isles: Canto III.
© Sir Walter Scott
I.
Hast thou not mark'd, when o'er thy startled head
The Waggoner - Canto Third
© William Wordsworth
RIGHT gladly had the horses stirred,
When they the wished-for greeting heard,
The whip's loud notice from the door,
That they were free to move once more.
Young Lambs
© John Clare
The spring is coming by a many signs;
The trays are up, the hedges broken down,
Ballad Of Human Life
© Thomas Lovell Beddoes
WHEN we were girl and boy together,
We tossd about the flowers
The Song Of Hiawatha XVIII: The Death Of Kwasind
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Far and wide among the nations
Spread the name and fame of Kwasind;
Three Jolly Huntsmen
© Jessie Pope
Three jolly, old huntsmen, Joe, Jerry, Jim,
Took lunch at "The Three Cornered Hat";
Now Jerry was lanky, but Joe wasn't slim,
And Jim was delightfully fat.
Leady-Day, An Ridden House
© William Barnes
Aye, back at Leädy-Day, you know,
I come vrom Gullybrook to Stowe;
Retrospection
© John Jay Chapman
WHEN we all lived together
In the farm among the hills,
And the early summer weather
Had flushed the little rills;
The Golden Legend: V. A Covered Bridge At Lucerne
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
_Prince Henry_ The grim musician
Leads all men through the mazes of that dance,
To different sounds in different measures moving;
Sometimes he plays a lute, sometimes a drum,
To tempt or terrify.
The Waiting Watchers
© Henry Treece
They shall come in the black weathers
From the heart of the dead embers,
The Beggars Castle
© Richard Monckton Milnes
Those ruins took my thoughts away
To a far eastern land;
Like camels, in a herd they lay
Upon the dull red sand;
I know not that I ever sate
Within a place so desolate.
Plegaria (Prayer)
© Delmira Agustini
Spanish
Eros: acaso no sentiste nunca
Piedad de las estatuas?
Se dirían crisálidas de piedra
