English poetry

Poems in English

The Flood

On Lolham Brigs in wild and lonely mood I’ve seen the winter floods their gambols play Through each old arch […]

I Am

I am: yet what I am none cares or knows My friends forsake me like a memory lost, I am […]

In Hilly-Wood

How sweet to be thus nestling deep in boughs, Upon an ashen stoven pillowing me; Faintly are heard the ploughmen […]


Farewell to the bushy clump close to the river And the flags where the butter-bump hides in forever; Farewell to […]

Summer Evening

The frog half fearful jumps across the path, And little mouse that leaves its hole at eve Nimbles with timid […]


The landscape sleeps in mist from morn till noon; And, if the sun looks through, ’tis with a face Beamless […]

Early Nightingale

When first we hear the shy-come nightingales, They seem to mutter o’er their songs in fear, And, climb we e’er […]


Come we to the summer, to the summer we will come, For the woods are full of bluebells and the […]


When midnight comes a host of dogs and men Go out and track the badger to his den, And put […]

Autumn Birds

The wild duck startles like a sudden thought, And heron slow as if it might be caught. The flopping crows […]


Christmass is come and every hearth Makes room to give him welcome now Een want will dry its tears in […]

To A Fallen Elm

Old Elm that murmured in our chimney top The sweetest anthem autumn ever made And into mellow whispering calms would […]


Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney […]

The Nightingale’s Nest

Up this green woodland-ride let’s softly rove, And list the nightingale – she dwells just here. Hush! let the wood-gate […]

Evening Primrose

When once the sun sinks in the west, And dewdrops pearl the evening’s breast; Almost as pale as moonbeams are, […]

The Cuckoo

The cuckoo, like a hawk in flight, With narrow pointed wings Whews o’er our heads-soon out of sight And as […]

The Shepherd’s Tree

Huge elm, with rifted trunk all notched and scarred, Like to a warrior’s destiny! I love To stretch me often […]

The Thrush’s Nest

Within a thick and spreading hawthorn bush That overhung a molehill large and round, I heard from morn to morn […]

The Maple Tree

The Maple with its tassell flowers of green That turns to red, a stag horn shap├Ęd seed Just spreading out […]