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There is a pleasure in the pathless woods
There is a rapture by the lonely shore
There is a society where none intrudes
By the deep sea and music in its roar
I love not man the less, but nature more.
-Lord Byron
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GRASS
Pile the bodies high at Austerlitz and Waterloo.
Shovel them under and let me work-
I am the grass; I cover all.
And pile them high at Gettysburg
And pile them high at Ypres and Verdun-
Shovel them under and let me work.
Two years, ten years, and passengers ask the conductor:
What place is this?
Where are we now?
I am the grass,
Let me work.
-Carl Sandburg
FOG
The fog comes
On little cat feet.
It sits looking
Over harbor and city
On silent haunches
And then moves on.
-Carl Sandburg.
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THE EAGLE
He clasps the crag with crooked hands;
Close to the world in lonely lands,
Ringed with the azure world he stands.
The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;
He watches from his mountain walls,
And like a thunderbold he falls.
-Alfred Lord Tennyson
The Night has a Thousand Eyes
The night has a thousand eyes
And the day, but one;
Yet the light of a bright world dies
With the dying sun.
The mind has a thousand eyes
And the heart, but one;
Yet the light of a whole life dies
When love is gone.
-Francis William Bourdillon
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Monday's child was cruelly beat
Tuesday's child had zero to eat
Wensday's child cried too many tears
Thursday's child can't sleep for her fears
Friday's child is battered and bruised
Saturday's child was cruelly abused
But a child abused on the Sabbath day
Has tears that simply won't go away.
-Unknown
Fire and Ice
Some say the world will end in fire
Some say in ice
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire
But if it had to perish twice
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction
Ice is also great and would suffice.
-Robert Frost
Poems of Emily Dickinson
The Tiger, by William Blake
The Tear, by George Gorden, Lord Byron
She Walks in Beauty, by George Gorden, Lord Byron
Kubla Khan, by Samuel Coleridge
The Raven, by Edgar Allen Poe
The Road Not Taken, by Robert Frost
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening, by Robert Frost
The Female of the Species, by Rudyard Kipling
If, by Rudyard Kipling
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The colors I am partial to
Seems to be red, white
and blue
White for right, blue
for true
And red blood shed for me and you.
-Johnny Hart
To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time
Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,
Old time is still a-flying;
And
this same flower that smiles today,
Tomorrow will be dying.
The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun,
The higher
he's a-getting,
The sooner will his race be run,
And nearer he's to setting.
The age is best which is the first,
When
youth and blood are warmer;
But being spent, the worse and worst
Times still succeed the former.
Then be not
coy, but use your time,
And while ye may, go marry;
For having lost but once your prime,
You may forever tarry.
Robert
Herrick, 1591-1674
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