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Displaying 29,072 poems from the Nature genre.

The Tree Of Scarlet Berries
— Amy Lowell
The rain gullies the garden paths And tinkles on the broad sides of grass blades. A tree, at the end of my arm, is hazy with mist. Even so, I can see th...
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Absence
— Amy Lowell
My cup is empty to-night, Cold and dry are its sides, Chilled by the wind from the open window. Empty and void, it sparkles white in the moonlight. The ...
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The chatter of a death-demon from a tree-top
— Stephen Crane
The chatter of a death-demon from a tree-top Blood - blood and torn grass - Had marked the rise of his agony - This lone hunter. The grey-green wood...
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Sympathy
— Paul Laurence Dunbar
I know what the caged bird feels, alas! When the sun is bright on the upland slopes; When the wind stirs soft through the springing grass, And the ri...
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To my Dear and Loving Husband
— Anne Bradstreet
If ever two were one, then surely we. If ever man were lov'd by wife, then thee. If ever wife was happy in a man, Compare with me, ye ...
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God lay dead in heaven;
— Stephen Crane
God lay dead in heaven; Angels sang the hymn of the end; Purple winds went moaning, Their wings drip-dripping With blood That fell upon the earth. ...
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November
— Amy Lowell
The vine leaves against the brick walls of my house, Are rusty and broken. Dead leaves gather under the pine-trees, The brittle boughs of lilac-bushes S...
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Penelope
— Dorothy Parker
In the pathway of the sun, In the footsteps of the breeze, Where the world and sky are one, He shall ride the silver seas, He shall cut the glit...
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The chatter of a death-demon from a tree-top
— Stephen Crane
The chatter of a death-demon from a tree-top Blood -- blood and torn grass -- Had marked the rise of his agony -- This lone hunter. The grey-green w...
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Little Birds of the Night
— Stephen Crane
LITTLE birds of the night Aye, they have much to tell Perching there in rows Blinking at me with their serious eyes Recounting of flowers they have ...
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Solace
— Dorothy Parker
There was a rose that faded young; I saw its shattered beauty hung Upon a broken stem. I heard them say, "What need to care With roses budding everywher...
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Fool's Money Bags
— Amy Lowell
Outside the long window, With his head on the stone sill, The dog is lying, Gazing at his Beloved. His eyes are wet and urgent, And his body is taut and...
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The ocean said to me once,
— Stephen Crane
The ocean said to me once, "Look! Yonder on the shore Is a woman, weeping. I have watched her. Go you and tell her this -- Her lover I have laid ...
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The Tree
— Ezra Pound
I stood still and was a tree amid the wood, Knowing the truth of things unseen before; Of Daphne and the laurel bow And that god-feasting couple old tha...
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The Tyger
— William Blake
Tyger! Tyger! burning bright In the forest of the night What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry? In what distant deeps or skies Burn...
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The Red Wheelbarrow
— William Carlos Williams
so much depends upon a red wheel barrow glazed with rain water beside the white chickens.
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A Gift
— Amy Lowell
See! I give myself to you, Beloved! My words are little jars For you to take and put upon a shelf. Their shapes are quaint and beautiful, And they have ...
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Orpheus
— William Shakespeare
? or John Fletcher. ORPHEUS with his lute made trees And the mountain tops that freeze Bow themselves when he did sing: To his music plants and ...
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The Soldier
— Rupert Brooke
If I should die, think only this of me: That there's some corner of a foreign field That is for ever England. There shall be In that rich earth a richer...
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Generations
— Amy Lowell
You are like the stem Of a young beech-tree, Straight and swaying, Breaking out in golden leaves. Your walk is like the blowing of a beech-tree On a hil...
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Sense Of Something Coming
— Rainer Maria Rilke
I am like a flag in the center of open space. I sense ahead the wind which is coming, and must live it through. while the things of the world still do n...
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Hope is the thing with feathers
— Emily Dickinson
Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the words, And never stops at all, And sweetest in the gale is hea...
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The Cyclists
— Amy Lowell
Spread on the roadway, With open-blown jackets, Like black, soaring pinions, They swoop down the hillside, The Cyclists. Seeming dark-plumaged Birds, a...
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Haunted
— Amy Lowell
See! He trails his toes Through the long streaks of moonlight, And the nails of his fingers glitter: They claw and flash among the tree-tops. His lips s...
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The Sun Has Long Been Set
— William Wordsworth
The sun has long been set, The stars are out by twos and threes, The little birds are piping yet Among the bushes and the trees; There's a cuckoo, and o...
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