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Christina Rossetti: Three Seasons
Three Seasons 'A cup for hope!' she said, In springtime ere the bloom was old: The crimson wine was poor and cold By her mouth's richer red. 'A cup for love!' how low, How soft the words…Alfred Lord Tennyson: Sonnet ("Though Night hath climbed her peak")
Sonnet Though Night hath climbed her peak of highest noon, And bitter blasts the screaming autumn whirl, All night through archways of the bridgèd pearl And portals of pure silver…Morris Rosenfeld: I know not why
I know not whyMorris RosenfeldI lift mine eyes against the sky, The clouds are weeping, so am I; I lift mine eyes again on high, The sun is smiling, so am I. Why do I smile? Why do I weep? I…John Keats: After dark vapours have oppressâÂÂd our plains
Bright star! would I were sted...After dark vapours have oppress'd our plains After dark vapours have oppress’d our plains For a long dreary season, comes a day Born of the gentle South,…Percy Bysshe Shelley: Ode to the West Wind Verse 5
by Percy Bysshe Shelley 4 5 Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is: What if my leaves are falling like its own! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone,…Arctic Tundra
The Arctic tundra is a cold, vast, treeless area of low, swampy plains in the far north around the Arctic Ocean. It includes the northern lands of Europe (Lapland and Scandinavia), Asia (…William Shakespeare: To me, fair friend, you never can be old
To me, fair friend, you never can be oldTo me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you were when first your eye I ey'd, Such seems your beauty still. Three winters cold, Have from the…Walt Whitman: As Toilsome I Wander'd Virginia's Woods
As Toilsome I Wander'd Virginia's WoodsAs toilsome I wander'd Virginia's woods, To the music of rustling leaves kick'd by my feet, (for 'twas autumn,) I mark'd at the foot of a tree the grave…Poems and Songs of Robert Burns: My Bonie Bell
by Robert Burns Thou Fair ElizaSweet AftonMy Bonie Bell The smiling Spring comes in rejoicing, And surly Winter grimly flies; Now crystal clear are the falling waters…A Boy's Will: A Late Walk
by Robert Frost Love and a QuestionStarsA Late Walk He courts the autumnal mood. WHEN I go up through the mowing field, The headless aftermath, Smooth-laid like thatch with the heavy…Trending
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