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• Night

  From “Queen Mab”
  HOW beautiful this night! the balmiest sigh
  Which vernal zephyrs breathe in evening’s ear …

  Percy Bysshe Shelley

• A Hymn

  From “The Seasons,” Conclusion
  THESE, as they change, Almighty Father, these
  Are but the varied God. The rolling year …

  James Thomson

• March

  Slayer of winter, art thou here again?
  O welcome, thou that bring’st the summer nigh!
  The bitter wind makes not thy victory vain, …

  William Morris

• March

  THE Cock is crowing,
  The stream is flowing,
  The small birds twitter, …

  William Wordsworth

• Spring

  Lo! where the rosy-bosomed Hours,
  Fair Venus’ train, appear,
  And wake the purple year! …

  Thomas Gray

• Home Thoughts from Abroad

  I.
  oh, to be in England now that April’s there
  And whoever wakes in England sees, some morning, unaware, …

  Robert Browning

• May Morning

  Warm, wild, rainy wind, blowing fitfully,
  Stirring dreamy breakers on the slumberous May sea,
  What shall fail to answer thee? What thing shall withstand …

  Celia Laighton Thaxter

• Spring

  Again the violet of our early days
  Drinks beauteous azure from the golden sun,
  And kindles into fragrance at his blaze; …

  Ebenezer Elliott

• Cuckoo Song

  English: Thirteenth Century
  SUMER 1 is icumen in.
  Lhude sing cuccu. …

  Anonymous

• Spring

  From “In Memoriam”
  LXXXII.
  DIP down upon the northern shore, …

  Alfred, Lord Tennyson

• The Plough

  Above yon sombre swell of land
  Thou seest the dawn’s grave orange hue,
  With one pale streak like yellow sand, …

  Richard Henry Hengist Horne

• Before the Rain

  We knew it would rain, for all the morn
  A spirit on slender ropes of mist
  Was lowering its golden buckets down …

  Thomas Bailey Aldrich

• The Stag Hunt

  From “The Seasons: Autumn”
  THE STAG too, singled from the herd where long
  He ranged, the branching monarch of the shades, …

  James Thomson

• Winter

  From the German by Charles Timothy Brooks
  A Song to Be Sung behind the Stove
  OLD Winter is the man for me— …

  Matthias Claudius

• Snow-Flakes

  Whenever a snow-flake leaves the sky,
  It turns and turns to say “Good-bye!
  Good-bye, dear clouds, so cool and gray!” …

  Mary Mapes Dodge

• The Snow-Storm

  The Great soft downy snow-storm like a cloak
  Descends to wrap the lean world head to feet;
  It gives the dead another winding-sheet, …

  Ethelwyn Wetherald

• “The Snowing of the Pines”

  Softer than silence, stiller than still air
  Float down from high pine-boughs the slender leaves.
  The forest floor its annual boon receives …

  Thomas Wentworth Higginson

• Winter

  The Day had been a calm and sunny day,
  And tinged with amber was the sky at even;
  The fleecy clouds at length had rolled away, …

  John Howard Bryant

• A Farewell

  Flow down, cold rivulet, to the sea
  Thy tribute wave deliver:
  No more by thee my steps shall be, …

  Alfred, Lord Tennyson

• The Mariposa Lily

  Insect or blossom? Fragile, fairy thing,
  Poised upon slender tip, and quivering
  To flight! a flower of the fields of air; …

  Ina Donna Coolbrith

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