Weather poems
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Be Kind to Your Web-footed Friends
© Anonymous
Be kind to your web-footed friendsFor a duck may be somebody's motherBe kind to your friends in the swampWhere the weather is very cold and dampYou may think that this is the endWell, it's not, because there's one more chorusBe kind to your friends in the swampWhere the weather is very cold and damp
Dead Broke
© Anderson James
Dead broke! dead broke!--aft said in joke,Sae truth is sometimes spoken;But to the man "wha bears the gree,"'Tis onything but jokin'
Vanity Fair
© Sylvia Plath
Through frost-thick weather
This witch sidles, fingers crooked, as if
Caught in a hazardous medium that might
Merely by its continuing
Attach her to heaven.
Epipsychidion
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
Sweet Spirit! Sister of that orphan one,
Whose empire is the name thou weepest on,
In my heart's temple I suspend to thee
These votive wreaths of withered memory.
The Rancho In The Rain
© Henry Herbert Knibbs
The rabbit's ears are flattened and he's squattin' scared and still,
Ag'inst the dripping cedar; and the quail below the hill
A Summers Day
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
Well, love, so be it as you say,
Just the hours of a summer's day,
How Still, How Happy!
© Emily Jane Brontë
How still, how happy! Those are words
That once would scarce agree together;
I loved the plashing of the surge,
The changing heaven the breezy weather,
Wuthering Heights
© Sylvia Plath
The horizons ring me like faggots,
Tilted and disparate, and always unstable.
Old Adam, The Carrion Crow
© Thomas Lovell Beddoes
Old Adam, the carrion crow,
The old crow of Cairo;
Rhymed Plea For Tolerance - Dialogue II.
© John Kenyon
A.
By no faint shame withheld from general gaze,
'Tis thus, my friend, we bask us in the blaze;
Where deeds, more surface-smooth than inly bright,
Snatch up a transient lustre from the light.
An Invitation To Maecenas
© Eugene Field
Dear, noble friend! a virgin cask
Of wine solicits your attention;
Autumn Evening
© Viggo Stuckenberg
The sun has set. Around the tower creeps night's forest of darkness.
They Don't
© Edgar Albert Guest
Life has its ups and downs,
Its fair and cloudy weather,
But this you'll find, my friend,
They never come together.
A Book Of Strife In The Form Of The Diary Of An Old Soul - May
© George MacDonald
1.
WHAT though my words glance sideways from the thing
Lone Mountain
© Francis Bret Harte
This is that hill of awe
That Persian Sindbad saw,--
The mount magnetic;
And on its seaward face,
Scattered along its base,
The wrecks prophetic.
The Bumboat Woman's Story
© William Schwenck Gilbert
I'm old, my dears, and shrivelled with age, and work, and grief,
My eyes are gone, and my teeth have been drawn by Time, the Thief!
For terrible sights I've seen, and dangers great I've run -
I'm nearly seventy now, and my work is almost done!
A-Haulen O The Corn
© William Barnes
Ah! yesterday, you know, we carr'd
The piece o' corn in Zidelèn Plot,
Market Day
© John Clare
With arms and legs at work and gentle stroke
That urges switching tail nor mends his pace,
