Weather poems
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Alma; or, The Progress of the Mind. In Three Cantos. - Canto III.
© Matthew Prior
Ideas, farms, and intellects,
Have furnish'd out three different sects.
Substance or accident divides
All Europe into adverse sides.
Twin-Growth
© William Cosmo Monkhouse
I would not wish thee other than thou art;
I love thee, love, so well in every part,
That had I power to change thee
In form or face or mind,
I could not find
The heart to re-arrange thee.
Scherzando
© William Ernest Henley
Down through the ancient Strand
The spirit of October, mild and boon
And sauntering, takes his way
This golden end of afternoon,
As though the corn stood yellow in all the land,
And the ripe apples dropped to the harvest-moon.
A Girl's Autumn Reverie
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
We plucked a red rose, you and I
All in the summer weather;
Don Juan: Canto The Eighth
© George Gordon Byron
Oh blood and thunder! and oh blood and wounds!
These are but vulgar oaths, as you may deem,
After The Storm
© Boris Pasternak
The air is full of after-thunder freshness,
And everything rejoices and revives.
With the whole outburst of its purple clusters
The lilac drinks the air of paradise.
Almanac Des Bergers -1591
© John Kenyon
Pocula Janus amatet Febrius, algeo clamat;
Martius arva colitAprilis florida prodit
A Poetical Epistle To Lady Austen
© William Cowper
Dear Anna, -- Between friend and friend,
Prose answers every common end;
The Hoodoo
© James Whitcomb Riley
Owned a pair o' skates onc't.--Traded
Fer 'em,--stropped 'em on and waded
Robins Secret
© Katharine Lee Bates
T IS the blithest, bonniest weather for a bird to flirt a feather,
For a bird to trill and warble, all his wee red breast a-swell.
I ve a secret. You may listen till your blue eyes dance and glisten,
Little maiden, but I ll never, never, never, never tell.
Lines To Mrs. St. Leger
© Frances Anne Kemble
O friend! my heart is sad: 'tis strange,
As I sit musing on the change
That has come o'er my fate, and cast
A longing look upon the past,
That pleasant time comes back again
So freshly to my heart and brain,
The Island Of Endless Play
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
It lies off the border of 'No School Land'
And abounds with pleasures, I understand.
The Ghost - Book IV
© Charles Churchill
Coxcombs, who vainly make pretence
To something of exalted sense
L'Envoi
© Mathilde Blind
Thou art the goal for which my spirit longs;
As dove on dove,
Bound for one home, I send thee all my songs
With all my love.
A Federal Song
© George Essex Evans
IN the greyness of the dawning we have seen the pilot-star,
In the whisper of the morning we have heard the years afar.
Monument Mountain
© William Cullen Bryant
Thou who wouldst see the lovely and the wild
Mingled in harmony on Nature's face,
Ascend our rocky mountains. Let thy foot
Fail not with weariness, for on their tops
The Fiddle And The Crowd
© Roderic Quinn
WHEN the day was at its middle,
Tired of limb and slow of pace,
Came a fiddler with his fiddle
To a crowded market place;
Thalia
© Thomas Bailey Aldrich
I say it under the rose-
oh, thanks! -yes, under the laurel,
We part lovers, not foes;
we are not going to quarrel.
