Стихи и рассказы из категории nature

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Mine are the night and morning,
The pits of air, the gulf of space,
The sportive sun, the gibbous moon,
The innumerable days
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O Nature
I do not
To be the highest in thy choir, -To be a meteor in thy sky,
Or comet that may range on high;
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Nature, that washed her hands in milk,
And had forgot to dry them,
Instead of earth took snow and silk,
At love's request to try them,
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'O
RY life,' we cry, ' O dreary life
'And still the generations of the
Sing through our sighing, and the flocks and
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The night is black and the forest has no end;a million people thread it in a million ways
We have trysts to keep in the darkness, but whereor with whom - of that we are unaware
But we have this faith - that a lifetime's blisswill appear ...
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The harp at Nature's advent strung Has never ceased to play;
The song the stars of morning sung Has never died away
And prayer is made, and praise is given, By all things near and far;
The ocean looketh up to heaven, And mirrors eve...
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Cloud-puffball, torn tufts, tossed pillows ' flaunt forth, then chevy on an air-built thoroughfare: heaven-roysterers, in gay-gangs ' they throng; they glitter in marches
Down roughcast, down dazzling whitewash, ' wherever an elm arches,
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Though storms have raged
Though rains have lashed
Against this noble tree
So tall and steadfast it still stands
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The golden gift that Nature did thee give To fasten friends and feed them at thy will With form and favour, taught me to believe How thou art made to show her greatest skill, Whose hidden virtues are not so unknown But lively dooms might gather at...
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When Nature made her chief work,
Stella's eyes,
In color black why wrapp'd she beams so bright
Would she in beamy black, like painter wise,
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As a fond mother, when the day is o'er,
Leads by the hand her little child to bed,
Half willing, half reluctant to be led,
And leave his broken playthings on the floor,
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Mine are the night and morning,
The pits of air, the gull of space,
The sportive sun, the gibbous moon,
The innumerable days
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In nature apt to like when I did see Beauties, which were of many carats fine,
My boiling sprites did thither soon incline,
And,
Love,
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Кто знатные дела в натуре рассуждает,
Петровой дщери в них примеры обретает

Посмотрим в понт, в поля, во весь посмотрим свет;
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