English poetry

Poems in English

To the Fringed Gentian

Thou blossom bright with autumn dew, And colored with the heaven’s own blue, That openest when the quiet light Succeeds […]

The Gladness of Nature

Is this a time to be cloudy and sad, When our mother Nature laughs around; When even the deep blue […]

After a Tempest

The day had been a day of wind and storm; The wind was laid, the storm was overpast, And stooping […]

Spring in Town

The country ever has a lagging Spring, Waiting for May to call its violets forth, And June its roses showers […]

Hymn of the City

Not in the solitude Alone may man commune with heaven, or see Only in savage wood And sunny vale, the […]

The Yellow Violet

When beechen buds begin to swell, And woods the blue-bird’s warble know, The yellow violet’s modest bell Peeps from last-year’s […]

Summer Wind

It is a sultry day; the sun has drank The dew that lay upon the morning grass, There is no […]

Love and Folly

Love’s worshippers alone can know The thousand mysteries that are his; His blazing torch, his twanging bow, His blooming age […]

Consumption

Ay, thou art for the grave; thy glances shine Too brightly to shine long; another Spring Shall deck her for […]

Hymn To Death

Oh! could I hope the wise and pure in heart Might hear my song without a frown, nor deem My […]

The Strange Lady

The summer morn is bright and fresh, the birds are darting by, As if they loved to breast the breeze […]

June

I gazed upon the glorious sky And the green mountains round, And thought that when I came to lie At […]

October

Ay, thou art welcome, heaven’s delicious breath! When woods begin to wear the crimson leaf, And suns grow meek, and […]

The Skies

Ay! gloriously thou standest there, Beautiful, boundless firmament! That swelling wide o’er earth and air, And round the horizon bent, […]

To A Cloud

Beautiful cloud! with folds so soft and fair, Swimming in the pure quiet air! Thy fleeces bathed in sunlight, while […]

A Forest Hymn

The groves were God’s first temples. Ere man learned To hew the shaft, and lay the architrave, And spread the […]

The Death of the Flowers

The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and […]

To a Waterfowl

Whither, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day Far, through their rosy depths, dost […]

The Living Lost

Matron! the children of whose love, Each to his grave, in youth have passed, And now the mould is heaped […]

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