Famous Short Nature Poems. Short Nature Poetry by Famous Poets. A collection of the all-time best Nature short poems
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In man, ambition is the common'st thing;
Each one by nature loves to be a king.
Man may want land to live in; but for all
Nature finds out some place for burial.
Her sovereign People
Nature knows as well
And is as fond of signifying
As if fallible --
Of Nature I shall have enough
When I have entered these
Entitled to a Bumble bee's
Nature assigns the Sun --
That -- is Astronomy --
Nature cannot enact a Friend --
That -- is Astrology.
Here's one in whom Nature feared--faint at such vying -
Eclipse while he lived, and decease at his dying.
I bet with every Wind that blew
Till Nature in chagrin
Employed a Fact to visit me
And scuttle my Balloon --
As willing lid o'er weary eye
The Evening on the Day leans
Till of all our nature's House
Remains but Balcony
If Nature smiles -- the Mother must
I'm sure, at many a whim
Of Her eccentric Family --
Is She so much to blame?
Betrothed to Righteousness might be
An Ecstasy discreet
But Nature relishes the Pinks
Which she was taught to eat --
Even the moral world its nobility boasts--vulgar natures
Reckon by that which they do; noble, by that which they are.
There is no Silence in the Earth -- so silent
As that endured
Which uttered, would discourage Nature
And haunt the World.
Declaiming Waters none may dread --
But Waters that are still
Are so for that most fatal cause
In Nature -- they are full --
Touch lightly Nature's sweet Guitar
Unless thou know'st the Tune
Or every Bird will point at thee
Because a Bard too soon --
Rest at Night
The Sun from shining,
Nature -- and some Men --
Rest at Noon -- some Men --
And the Sun -- go on --
Look back on Time, with kindly eyes --
He doubtless did his best --
How softly sinks that trembling sun
In Human Nature's West --
Kill off mankind,
And give the Earth a chance!
Nature might find
In her inheritance
The seedlings of a race
Less infinitely base.
All, thou gentle one, lies embraced in thy kingdom; the graybeard
Back to the days of his youth, childish and child-like, returns.
The worthlessness of Earthly things
The Ditty is that Nature Sings --
And then -- enforces their delight
Till Synods are inordinate --
FOR thee is laughing Nature gay,
For thee she pours the vernal day;
For me in vain is Nature drest,
While Joy’s a stranger to my breast.
“STOP thief!” dame Nature call’d to Death,
As Willy drew his latest breath;
How shall I make a fool again?
My choicest model thou hast ta’en.
Man is composed here of a twofold part;
The first of nature, and the next of art;
Art presupposes nature; nature, she
Prepares the way for man's docility.
Peril as a Possesssion
'Tis Good to hear
Danger disintegrates Satiety
There's Basis there --
Begets an awe
That searches Human Nature's creases
As clean as Fire.
A Moth the hue of this
Haunts Candles in Brazil.
Nature's Experience would make
Our Reddest Second pale.
Nature is fond, I sometimes think,
Of Trinkets, as a Girl.
I strove with none, for none was worth my strife.
Nature I loved and, next to Nature, Art:
I warm'd both hands before the fire of life;
It sinks, and I am ready to depart.