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Sparkles from the Wheel
Walt Whitman
Where the city's ceaseless crowd
moves on the livelong day...
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The
Secret of the Machines
Rudyard Kipling
We were taken from the ore-bed and the mine,
We were melted in the furnace and the pit--...
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The
Railway Train
Emily Dickinson
I like to see it lap the miles,
And lick the valleys up...
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The Ghosts' High Noon
William S. Gilbert
When the night wind howls in the chimney cowls, and the bat in the moonlight flies ...
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My
Ship and I
Robert Louis Stevenson
O it's I that am the captain of a
tidy little ship ...
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Yesterday
is History
Emily Dickinson
Yesterday is History,
'Tis so far away...
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The Land of Nod
Robert Louis Stevenson
From breakfast on through all the day
At home among my friends I stay...
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Human Life's Mystery
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
We sow the glebe, we reap the corn,
We build the house where we may rest ...
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No Labor-Saving Machine
Walt Whitman
No labor-saving machine,
Nor discovery have I made ...
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Patience Taught by Nature
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
"O DREARY life," we cry, "O dreary life!" ...
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Ode
Arthur William Edgar O'Shaughnessy
We are the music makers,
And we are the dreamers of dreams...
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Fireflies in the Garden
Robert Frost
Here come real stars to fill the upper skies,
And here on earth come emulating flies...
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Epitaph On The World
Henry David Thoreau
Here lies the body of this world,
Whose soul alas to hell is hurled.
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Beyond The Sea
Thomas Love Peacock
Beyond the sea, beyond the sea,
My heart is gone, far, far from me;
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Moods
Sara Teasdale
I am the still rain falling,
Too tired for singing mirth -
Oh, be the green fields calling ...
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The Worship of Nature
John Greenleaf Whittier
The harp at Nature's advent strung
Has never ceased to play...
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Prometheus Amid Hurricane And Earthquake
Aeschylus
Earth is rocking in space!
And the thunders crash up with a roar upon roar...
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Glass
Anne Finch
O Man! what Inspiration was thy Guide,
Who taught thee Light and Air thus to divide ...
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Mist
Henry David Thoreau
Low-anchored cloud,
Newfoundland air,
Fountain head and source of rivers ...
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To Astronomers
Friedrich von Schiller
Prate not to me so much of suns and of nebulous bodies;
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Seal Lullaby
Rudyard Kipling
Oh! hush thee, my baby, the night is behind us
And black are the waters that sparkled so green. |
Doctors
Sara Teasdale
Every night I lie awake
And every day I lie abed
And hear the doctors, Pain and Death...
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It Is Not Always May
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The sun is bright,--the air is clear,
The darting swallows soar and sing. |
Song
of the Sea
Rainer Maria Rilke
Timeless sea breezes,
sea-wind of the night:
you come for no one...
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Thought
D. H. Lawrence
Thought, I love thought.
But not the juggling and twisting of already existent ideas... |
A Seed
William Allingham
See how a Seed, which Autumn flung down,
And through the Winter neglected lay,
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Face of the Spring Moon
Kobayashi Issa
Face of the spring moon--
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Dawn
Rupert Brooke
Opposite me two Germans snore and sweat.
Through sullen swirling gloom we jolt and roar.
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Grasshopper
Velimir Khlebnikov
Wingletting with the golden scrawl
Of its finest sinews,
The grasshopper loaded its trailer-belly |
Stars
Robert Frost
How countlessly they congregate
O'er our tumultuous snow,
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Fall,
Leaves, Fall
Emily Bronte
Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away;
Lengthen night and shorten day;
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Transformations
Thomas Hardy
Portion of this yew
Is a man my grandsire knew,
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Here,
At A Meagre Earth
Fyodor Ivanovich
Tyutchev
Here, at a meagre earth, despondent
And listless stare the dull grey skies,
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"Faith" is a fine invention
Emily Dickinson
"Faith" is a fine invention
When Gentlemen can see-
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A
Noiseless Patient Spider
Walt Whitman
A NOISELESS, patient spider,
I mark'd, where, on a little promontory, it stood, isolated; |
Ah! Sunflower
William Blake
Ah Sunflower, weary of time,
Who countest the steps of the sun;
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The Progress of the Spark
Rudyard Kipling
This spark now set, retarded, yet forbears
To hold her light however so he swears
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A
science-so the Savants say
Emily Dickinson
A science—so the Savants say,
"Comparative Anatomy" -
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Fire
and Ice
Robert Frost
Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
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New
Year's Day
Kobayashi Issa
New Year's Day--
everything is in blossom!
I feel about average.
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The
Comet
Anon
Oh, you Mistuh Comet,
Travelin' th'oo de sky....
You's got us all a-tremble
As you comes a-brushin' by.
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| Dust
 Rupert
Brooke
When the white flame in us is gone,
And we that lost the world's delight... |
A
Dream
 William
Blake
Once a dream did weave a shade
O'er my angel-guarded bed... |
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Astronomer's Drinking Song
 Augustus
de Morgan
Whoe'er would search the starry sky,
Its secrets to divine, sir, |
The
Star-Splitter
 Robert
Frost
You know Orien always comes up sideways...
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Dreaming
 John
Newton
When slumber seals our weary eyes,
The busy fancy wakeful keeps... |
The
Eagle
 James
Gates Percival
Bird of the broad
and sweeping wing... |
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Tree
 Anne
Finch
Fair tree! for thy delightful shade
'Tis just that some return be made... |
Stars
 Joyce
Kilmer
Bright stars, yellow stars, flashing through
the air,
Are you errant strands of Lady Mary's hair?... |
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Passing of the Year
 Robert
W Service
My glass is filled, my pipe is lit, My
den is all a cosy glow... |
The
Elephant in the Moon
 Samuel
Butler
A learned society of late,
The glory of a foreign state,
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Butterfly
 Robert
S Hawker
Bird of the moths! That radiant wing
Hath borne thee from thine earthly lair... |
The
Positivists
 Edward
Collins
Life and the Universe
show Spontaneity;
Down with ridiculous notions of Deity!.. |
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Of The Progress Of The Soul
 John
Donne
Poor soul, in this thy flesh what dost
thou know?
Thou know'st thyself so little, as thou know'st not... |
To
the Memory of Sir Isaac Newton
 James
Thomson
The heavens are all his
own, from the wild rule
Of whirling vortices and circling spheres |
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Waterfall
 Henry
Vaughan
With what deep murmurs through time's silent
stealth.. |
Hymn
to Science
 Mark
Akenside
Science! thou fair effusive
ray
From the great source of mental day.. |
| Greatness
in Little
 Richard
Leigh
In spotted globes, that have resembled
all,
Which we or beasts possess to one great ball |
The
Phoenix
 George
Darley
O Blest unfabled Incense
Tree,
That burns in... |
| The
Laboratory
 Robert
Browning
Now that I, tying thy glass mask tightly,
May gaze thro' these faint smokes curling whitely...
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Sun
Rhapsody
 Harry
Crosby
The Sun! The Sun!
a fish in the aquarium of sky... |
| Hymn
before Action
 Rudyard
Kipling
The earth is full of anger,
The seas are dark with wrath... |
Snow
 John
Davidson
'Who affirms that crystals are alive?'
I affirm it, let who will deny: |
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Art of Preserving Health
 John
Armstrong
The blood, the fountain whence
the spirits flow,
The generous stream that waters every part... |
Nature
- The Gentlest Mother
 Emily
Dickinson
Nature, the gentlest
mother,
Impatient of no child... |
| Barren
Spring
 Dante
Gabriel Rossetti
Once more the changed year's turning
wheel returns:
And as a girl sails balanced in the wind... |
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In Memoriam
 Alfred
Lord Tennyson
The wish, that of
the living whole
No life may fail beyond the grave... |
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the Universality and Other Attributes of the God of Nature
 Philip
Freneau
All that we see, about, abroad,
What is it all, but nature's God? |
The
dissolution of the world proovd from the mortallity of every
part
 Lucy
Hutchinson
And (Memmius) least
you thinke I false grounds lay,
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The Enquiry
 Mary
Leapor
How near one Species to the next is join'd,
The due Gradations please a thinking Mind... |
God
Gave a Loaf to Every Bird
 Emily
Dickinson
God gave a loaf to every
bird,
But just a crumb to me.. |
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Owl and the Pussy-Cat
 Edward
Lear
The Owl and the Pussy-Cat went to sea
In a beautiful pea-green boat... |
The
Wind
 Harold
Monro
So wayward is the wind
to-night
'Twill send the planets tumbling down...
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World - A Child's Song
 William
Brighty Rands
Great, wide, beautiful, wonderful
World !
With the wonderful water round you curl'd... |
Two
Rivers
 Ralph
Waldo Emerson
Thy summer voice, Musketaquit,
Repeats the music of the rain... |
The
Atom
 Thomas
Thornely
Wake not the imprisoned
power that sleeps
Unknown, or dimly guessed, in thee!... |
The
Paradox of Time
 Henry
Austin Dobson
Time goes, you say?
Ah no!
Alas, Time stays, we go... |
On
the Ice-Islands Seen Floating in the Germanic Ocean
 William
Cowper
What portents, from what distant
region, ride
Unseen, till now, in ours, th'astonish'd tide?... |
The
Mowers - An Anticipation of the Cholera
 Charles
Mackay
Dense on the stream the
vapours lay,
Thick as wool on the cold highway... |
Sleep
and Poetry
 John
Keats
What is more gentle than
a wind in summer?
What is more soothing than the pretty hummer... |
The
Star
 Ann
and Jane Taylor
Twinkle, twinkle,
little star,
How I wonder what you are |
To
Summer
 William
Blake
O thou, who passest thro’
our vallies in
Thy strength... |
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My Childhood Home I See Again
 Abraham
Lincoln
My childhood's home I see again,
And sadden with the view... |
Lay
of the Trilobite
 May
Kendall
A mountain's giddy height I sought,
Because I could not find... |
Worm-Powder
 Alexander
Pope
How much, egregious Moore,
are we
Deceiv'd by Shews and Forms! |
The
Spider and the Fly
 Mary
Howitt
"Will you walk into my parlour?"
said the Spider to the Fly, "... |
The
Glow Worm
 Charlotte
Smith
When on some balmy-breathing night of Spring... |
The
Sluggard
 Isaac
Watts
'Tis the voice of the sluggard; I
heard him complain.. |
O
Captain! My Captain!
 Walt
Whitman
O Captain! my Captain!
our fearful trip is done... |
A
Dialogue between the Body and Soul
 Andrew
Marvell
O who shall, from this dungeon, raise
A soul enslav'd so many ways? |
The
Tyger
William Blake
 Tyger!
Tyger! burning bright
In the forest of the night... |
June
 Johann
Wolfgang von Goethe
SHE behind yon mountain lives,
Who my love's... |
'I
am like a slip of comet'
 Gerard
Manley Hopkins
I am like a slip
of comet,
Scarce worth discovery, in some corner seen... |
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An Essay on Man
 Alexander
Pope
Know then thyself, presume
not God to scan;
The proper study of Mankind is Man... |
Of
Many Worlds in this World
 Margaret
Cavendish
Just like as in a Nest of Boxes
round,
Degrees of Sizes in each Box are found:... |
January,
1795
 Mary
Robinson
Pavement slipp'ry, people
sneezing,
Lords in ermine, beggars freezing... |
The
Magnet
 Thomas
Stanley
Ask the Empresse of the night... |
Earth
The Healer, Earth The Keeper
 William
Morris
So swift the hours are
moving
Unto the time unproved... |
The
Country Doctor
 Will
Carleton
There's a gathering in the village, that
has never been outdone.. |
To
a little invisible...
 Anna
Barbauld
Germ of new life, whose powers expanding
slow
For many a moon their full perfection wait |
Christ
in the Universe
 Alice
Meynell
With this ambiguous earth...
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The
Rime of the Ancient Mariner
 Samuel
Taylor Coleridge (Part 3)
There
passed a weary time. Each throat
Was parched, and glazed each eye. |
Fireflies
 Edgar
Fawcett
I saw, one sultry night
above a swamp,
The darkness throbbing with their golden pomp! |
The
Tides
 William
Cullen Bryant
The moon is at her
full, and, riding high... |
An
Aquarium
 Amy
Lowell
Streaks of green and yellow
iridescence,
Silver shiftings... |
Sea
Fever
 John
Masefield
I must go down to the
seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky... |
The
Light of Stars
 Henry
Wadsworth Longfellow
The night
is come, but not too soon... |
A
Ballade of Evolution
 Grant
Allen
In the mud of the Cambrian
main
Did our earliest ancestor dive... |
The
Tables Turned
 William
Wordsworth
Up! up! my Friend,
and quit your books... |
I
Have Never Seen "Volcanoes"
 Emily
Dickinson
I have never seen "Volcanoes"
But, when Travellers tell... |
The
Daffodils
 William
Wordsworth
I wandered lonely as
a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills... |
The
Wind
 Robert
Louis Stevenson
I saw
you toss the kites on high... |
The
Inward Morning
 Henry
David Thoreau
Packed
in my mind lie all the clothes... |
The Raven
 Edgar
Allan Poe
Once upon a
midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary... |
I
Remember, I Remember
 Thomas
Hood
I remember, I
remember,
The house where I was born... |
Stopping
By Woods on a Snowy Evening
 Robert
Frost
Whose woods these are I think I know... |
Full
Many a Glorious Morning Have I Seen
 William
Shakespeare
Full many a glorious morning have I seen...
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The
Botanic Garden
 Erasmus
Darwin
Stay your rudeness steps!
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Man
 George
Herbert
My God, I heard this day
That none doth build a stately habitation... |
Sandcastle
 A
K English
molded by hands strong,
but with a loving touch... |
The
Promise of the Morning Star
 Amy
Lowell
Thou father of the children
of my brain
By thee engendered in my willing heart... |
At
a Lunar Eclipse
 Thomas
Hardy
Thy shadow, Earth, from
Pole to Central Sea,
Now steals along upon the Moon's meek shine... |
Sleep!
Sleep! Beauty Bright
 William
Blake
Sleep, sleep, beauty bright,
Dreaming o'er the joys of night... |
Nature
 Henry
Wadsworth Longfellow
As a fond
mother, when the day is o'er... |
To
a Poet a Thousand Years Hence
 James
Elroy Flecker
I who am dead a
thousand years... |
Alone
 Edgar
Allan Poe
From childhood's hour
I have not been... |
All
Things Bright and Beautiful
 Cecil
Frances Alexander
All things bright
and beautiful... |
Darkness
 Lord
Byron
I had a dream, which was
not all a dream... |
Science
 Anne
C Lynch
Darkness sat brooding
o'er the infant world,
That in chaotic gloom and silence lay... |
A
Boat Beneath a Sunny Sky
 Lewis
Carroll
A boat beneath a sunny
sky,
Lingering onward dreamily... |
Benzene
 Paul
Board
Benzene! Benzene! Burning bright
Belching engines day and night |
A
Chrysalis
 Mary
Bradley
My little Madchen found
one day
A curious something in her play... |
Dulce
Et Decorum Est
 Wilfred
Owen
Bent double, like old beggars
under sacks
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags... |
Young
and Old
 Charles
Kingsley
When all the world is
young, lad,
And all the trees are green... |
The
Moon
 Percy
Bysshe Shelley
And, like a dying
lady lean and pale... |
A
Psalm of Life
 Henry
W. Longfellow
Tell me not, in
mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! |
The
Passionate Man's Pilgrimage
 Sir
Walter Raleigh
Give me my scallop-shell
of quiet, My staff of faith to walk upon... |
Sonnet
to Science
 Edgar
Allan Poe
Science! true daughter
of Old Time thou art!
Who alterest all things with thy peering eyes... |
The
Sugar-Plum Tree
 Eugene
Field
Have you ever heard of the
Sugar-Plum Tree?
'Tis a marvel of great renown! |
Stillness
 James
Elroy Flecker
When the words rustle
no more,
And the last work's done... |
The
Snowstorm
 Ralph
Waldo Emerson
Announced by all
the trumpets of the sky,
Arrives the snow... |
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Without Hope
 Samuel
Taylor Coleridge
All Nature seems at work, Slugs leave their
lair... |
The
Reaper and the Flowers
 Henry Wadsworth
Longfellow
There is a Reaper
whose name is Death,
And, with his sickle keen... |
| Ginkgo
Biloba
 Johann
Goethe
The leaf of this Eastern tree,
Which has been entrusted to my garden... |
Time
Long Past
 Percy
Bysshe Shelley
Like the ghost
of a dear friend dead
Is Time long past... |
| Parted
 Alice
Meynell
Farewell to one now silenced quite,
Sent out of hearing, out of sight... |
She
Walks In Beauty
 Lord
Byron
She walks in beauty, like
the night,
Of cloudless climes and starry skies... |
| The
Cloud
 Percy
Shelley
I bring fresh showers for the thirsting
flowers,
From the seas and the streams.. |
Evening
Star
 Edgar
Allan Poe
'Twas noontide of summer,
And mid-time of night.. |
| The
Character of a Happy Life
 Sir
Henry Wotton
How happy is he born or taught
That serveth not another's will... |
An
English Breeze
 Robert
Louis Stevenson
Up with the sun,
the breeze arose... |
| The
World
 John
Newton
See, the world for youth prepares,
Harlot-like, her gaudy snares |
On
The Beach At Night
 Walt
Whitman
On the beach at night,
Stands a child with her father... |
| Naturalist's
Summer Evening Walk
 Gilbert
White
When day declining sheds a milder gleam,
What time the may-fly haunts the pool or stream.. |
A
Light Exists In Spring
 Emily
Dickinson
A light exists in spring
Not present on the year.. |
| Maidenhair
 Edgar
Fawcett
When deep in some dim glade we pause,
Perchance we mark how winds caress... |
To
The Moon
 Pierre
Ronsard
Hide this one night thy
crescent, kindly Moon... |
| The
Glass On The Bar
 Henry
Lawson
Three bushmen one morning rode up to an
inn...
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Hiawatha's
Photographing
 Lewis
Carroll
From his shoulder Hiawatha
Took the camera of rosewood... |
| The
Fish
 Rupert
Brooke
In a cool curving world he lies
And ripples with dark ecstasies... |
The
Magnet and the Churn
 W
S Gilbert
A magnet hung in a hardware shop,
And all around was a loving crop.. |
| Escape
at Bedtime
 Robert
Louis Stevenson
The lights from the parlour and kitchen
shone out... |
On
the Future of Poetry
 Henry
Dobson
Bards of the Future! You that come,
With striding march, and roll of drum... |
| To
A Cloud
 William
Cullen Bryant
Beautiful cloud! with folds so soft and
fair... |
Break
Of Day
 John
Donne
'Tis true, 'tis day; what though it be?... |
| On
a Honey Bee
 Philip
Freneau
Thou born to sip the lake or spring,
Or quaff the waters of the stream... |
Summer
 John
Clare
Come we to the summer, to the summer we will
come... |
| The
Flower
 Alfred
Lord Tennyson
Once in a golden hour
I cast to earth a seed... |
The
Junior God
 Robert
W Service
The Junior God looked from his place
In the conning towers of heaven... |
| Life
 Anna
Barbauld
LIFE! I know not what thou art,
But know that thou and I must part.. |
Light
Shining Out Of Darkness
 William
Cowper
God moves in a mysterious way
His wonders to perform... |
| The
Two-Sided Man
 Rudyard
Kipling
Much I owe to the Lands that grew -
More to the Lives that fed... |
The
Fallen Star
 George
Darley
A star is gone! A star is gone! |
| Sad-Eyed
and Soft and Grey
 William
Morris
Sad-Eyed and soft and grey thou art, o
morn!
Across the long grass of the marshy plain... |
Autumn
 Thomas
Hood
I saw old Autumn in the misty morn
Stand shadowless like Silence, listening... |
| The
Jolly Company
 Rupert
Brooke
The Stars, a jolly company,
I envied, straying late and lonely... |
To
The Terrestrial Globe
 W
S Gilbert
Roll on, thou ball, roll on!
Through pathless realms of Space... |
| Imagination
 John
Davidson
There is a dish to hold the sea,
A brazier to contain the sun... |
The
Night Wind
 Eugene
Field
Have you ever heard the wind go "Yooooo"?
'T is a pitiful sound to hear! |
| First
Love
 John
Clare
I ne'er was struck before that hour
With love so sudden and so sweet... |
My
Star
 Robert
Browning
All, that I know
Of a certain star
Is, it can throw... |
| The
End
 Wilfred
Owen
After the blast of lightning from the east... |
Her
Immortality
 Thomas
Hardy
Upon a noon I pilgrimed
through
A pasture, mile by mile... |
| Human
Life
 Samuel
Coleridge
If dead, we cease to be ; if total gloom
Swallow up life's brief flash for aye, we fare |
Milk
for the Cat
 Harold
Monro
When the tea is brought
at five o'clock,
And all the neat curtains are drawn with care... |
| I
am a Parcel of Vain Strivings Tied
 Henry
Thoreau
I am a parcel of vain strivings tied
By a chance bond together... |
The
Microbe
 Hilaire
Belloc
The Microbe is so very
small
You cannot make him out at all... |
| Men
Improve With The Years
 W
B Yeats
I am worn out with dreams;
A weather-worn, marble triton... |
Hospital
Barge
 Wilfred
Owen
Budging the sluggard ripples
of the Somme... |
| The
Night
 Hilaire
Belloc
Most Holy Night, that still dost keep
The keys of all the doors of sleep.. |
A
Song of Winter Weather
 Robert
W Service
It isn't the foe that
we fear;
It isn't the bullets that whine... |
| Lines
Composed In A Wood On A Windy Day
 Anne
Bronte
My soul is awakened, my spirit is soaring
And carried aloft on the wings of the breeze... |
You
Don't Believe
 William
Blake
You don't believe - I won't
attempt to make ye... |
| Love's
Philosophy
 Percy
Shelley
The fountains mingle with the river,
And the rivers with the ocean... |
You
Meaner Beauties Of The Night
 Sir
Henry Wotton
You meaner
beauties of the night,
That poorly satisfy our eyes... |
| To
The Sun
 Anne
Lynch
Thou glorious lamp of Space! Thou that
dost flood
The void of heaven with brightness! |
The
Star
 Henry
Vaughan
Whatever 'tis,
whose beauty here below
Attracts thee thus and makes thee stream and flow... |
| Memory
 Anne
Bronte
Brightly the sun of summer shone,
Green fields and waving woods upon... |
Fossils
 Arthur
J Stewart
I come down
across stones lightly, a part of them. Sandstone, shale... |
| A
Song of the Future
 Sidney
Lanier
I come down across stones lightly, a part
of them. Sandstone, shale... |
An
Astrologer's Song
 Rudyard
Kipling
To the Heavens
above us
O look and behold... |
| The
Matrix
 Amy
Lowell
Goaded and harassed in the factory
That tears our life up into bits of days... |
Dining-Room
Tea
 Rupert
Brookes
When you were
there, and you, and you,
Happiness crowned the night; I too... |
| The
Park
 Ralph
W Emerson
The prosperous and beautiful
To me seem not to wear... |
The
Human Seasons
 John
Keats
Four Seasons
fill the measure of the year;
There are four seasons in the mind of man... |
| At
the round earth's imagin'd corners
 John
Donne
At the round earths imagin'd corners, blow
Your trumpets, Angells, and arise, arise... |
The
World
 George
Herbert
Love built
a stately house, where Fortune came... |
| The
Starlight Night
 Gerard
Manley Hopkins
Look at the stars! look, look up at the
skies! |
Life
 Samuel Taylor Coleridge
As late I journey'd o'er the extensive plain |
| Venus
Transiens
 Amy
Lowell
Tell me,
Was Venus more beautiful
Than you are.... |
The
Power of the Dog
 Rudyard
Kipling
There is sorrow enough in the natural way
From men and women to fill our day... |
| On
Looking Up By Chance At The  Constellations
Robert Frost
You'll wait a long, long time for anything much... |
The
Powers of Imagination
Mark Akenside
With what attractive charms this goodly frame
Of Nature touches the consenting hearts... |
| The
Definition of Love
 Andrew
Marvell
My love is of a birth as rare As 'tis for object strange and
high... |
The
Voice of the Lobster
 Lewis
Carroll
Tis the voice of the Lobster: I heard him declare... |
| Earthquake
 Edgar
Fawcett
A giant of awful strength, he dumbly lies
Far-prisoned among the solemn deeps of earth... |
She
Hears The Storm
 Thomas
Hardy
There was a time in former years -
While my roof-tree was his... |
| Vision
 Harry
Crosby
I exchange eyes with the Mad Queen... |
In
After Days
 Henry
Austin Dobson
In after days when grasses high...
|
| Bright
Star
 John
Keats
Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art -
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night... |
The
Ballad of the Black Fox Skin
 Robert
Service
There was Claw-fingered Kitty and Windy Ike living the life
of shame... |
| Now!
 Robert
Browning
Out of your whole life give but a moment!
All of your life that has gone before... |
The
Winners
 Rudyard
Kipling
What the moral? Who rides may read.
When the night is thick and the tracks are blind... |
| The
Cockney Soul
 Henry
Lawson
From Woolwich and Brentford and Stamford Hill, from Richmond
into the Strand... |
The
Earthly Paradise: Apology
 William
Morris
Of Heaven or Hell I have no power to sing,
I cannot ease the burden of your fears... |
| The
Salt Flats
 Charles
G D Roberts
Here clove the keels of centuries ago... |
November
 Thomas
Hood
No sun - no moon!
No morn - no noon... |
| All
The World's A Stage
 William
Shakespeare
All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players.... |
The
Past
 Ralph
Waldo Emerson
The debt is paid,
The verdict said,
The Furies laid... |
| The
Forgotten Grave
 Henry
Austin Dobson
Out from the City’s dust and roar, You wandered through
the open door.... |
My
Last Duchess
 Robert
Browing
That's my last Duchess painted on the wall,
Looking as if she were alive. I call... |
| The
Rose
 Pierre
Ronsard
See, Mignonne, hath not the Rose,
That this morning did unclose... |
The
Wild Noney-Suckle
 Philip
Freneau
Fair flower, that dost so comely grow,
Hid in this silent, dull retreat... |
| Christ's
Nativity
 Henry
Vaughan
Awake, glad heart! get up and sing!
It is the birth-day of thy King... |
One
Day
 Rupert
Brooke
Today I have been happy. All the day
I held the memory of you, and wove... |
| Break,
Break, Break
 Alfred
Lord Tennyson
Break, break, break,
On thy cold gray stones, O Sea! |
Full
Moon
 Walter
De La Mare
One night as Dick lay half asleep,
Into his drowsy eyes... |
| The
Blue Mountains
 Henry
Lawson
Above the ashes straight and tall,
Through ferns with moisture dripping... |
We'll
go no more a-roving
 Lord
Byron
So, we'll go no more a-roving
So late into the night... |
| The
Dreams
 Eugene
Field
Two dreams came down to earth one night
From the realm of mist and dew... |
A
Letter from a Girl to Her Own Old  Age
Alice Meynell
Listen, and when thy hand this paper presses... |
| On
The Backwardness Of The Spring  1771
Anna Barbauld
In vain the sprightly sun renews his course... |
A
Garden Song
 Henry
Dobson
Here in this sequester'd close
Bloom the hyacinth and rose... |
| Gold!
 Thomas
Hood
Gold! Gold! Gold! Gold!
Bright and yellow, hard and cold... |
The
West Wind
 William
Bryant Beneath the forest's skirts I rest,
Whose branching pines rise dark and high... |
|  On
the Excellence of Burgundy
Wine
Hilaire Belloc
My jolly fat host with your face all a-grin,
Come, open the door...
|
 Love
Is Enough
William Morris
Love is enough: though the World be a-waning... |
| Success
is Counted Sweetest
 Emily
Dickinson
Success is counted sweetest.... |
The
Mad Gardener's Song
 Lewis
Carroll
He thought he saw an Elephant,
That practised on a fife... |
| Only
Roses
 W
S Gilbert
To a garden full of posies
Cometh one to gather flowers... |
Singers
to Come
 Alice
Meynell
New delights to our desire
The singers of the past can yield... |
| The
Flea
 John
Donne
Mark but this flea, and mark in this,
How little that which thou deny'st me is... |
Music
 Walter
De La Mare
When music sounds, gone is the earth I know... |
| Night
 Anne
Bronte
I love the silent hour of night,
For blissful dreams may then arise... |
The
Gladness of Nature
 William
Bryant
Is this a time to be cloudy and sad, When our mother Nature
laughs around... |
| Child
of Dawn
 Harold
Monro
O gentle vision in the dawn:
My spirit over faint cool water glides... |
Sudden
Light
 Dante
Gabriel Rossetti
I have been here before,
But when or how I cannot tell... |
| The
Sentimentalist
 James
E Flecker
There lies a photograph of you
Deep in a box of broken things... |
Long
Ago
 Eugene
Field
I once knew all the birds that came
And nested in our orchard trees... |
| Happy
is England
 John
Keat
Happy is England! I could be content
To see no other verdure than its own... |
When
Earth's Last Picture is Painted
 Rudyard
Kipling
When Earth's last picture is painted
And the tubes are twisted and dried... |
| When
The Rose Is Faded
 Walter
De La Mare
When the rose is faded,
Memory may still dwell on... |
The
Lady of Shalott
 Alfred
Lord Tennyson
On either side the river lie
Long fields of barley and of rye... |
| The
Rainy Day
 Henry
Wadsworth Longfellow
The day is cold, and dark, and dreary... |
Life
 Mary
Darby Robinson
LOVE, thou sportive fickle boy, Source of anguish, child of
joy... |
| I
Would I Were A Careless Child
 Lord
Byron
I would I were a careless child,
Still dwelling in my highland cave... |
Love's
Lantern
 Joyce
Kilmer
Because the road was steep and long
And through a dark and lonely land... |
| An
October Evening
 William
Campbell
The woods are haggard and lonely,
The skies are hooded for snow... |
Evening
Primrose
 John
Clare
When once the sun sinks in the west,
And dewdrops pearl the evening's breast... |
| An
Ode to the Rain
 Samuel
Taylor Coleridge
I know it is dark; and though I have lain,
Awake, as I guess, an hour or twain, |
When
I Heard the Learn'd Astronomer
 Walt
Whitman
When I heard the learn'd astronomer;
When the
proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me... |
A
Tragedy
 Theophilus
Marzials
Death!
Flop.
The barges down in the
river flop.
Flop, plop... |
Locksley
Hall
Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Comrades, leave me here a little,
while as yet ’tis early morn:
Leave |
Doctor
Faustus: Helen of Troy
Christopher Marlowe
Was this the face that launched a
thousand ships
And burnt the topless towers of Ilium?
|
On
first looking into
 Chapman's
Homer
John Keats
Much have I travell'd in the realms
of gold,
And many goodly states and kingdoms seen...
|
Winter
William
Shakespeare
When icicles hang by the wall,
And Dick the shepherd blows his nail...
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