nature

“Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening” by Robert Frost

Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me…

7 years ago

‘All things will die’ by Alfred Lord Tennyson

Clearly the blue river chimes in its flowing Under my eye; Warmly and broadly the south winds are blowing Over…

11 years ago

‘Nothing will die’ by Alfred Lord Tennyson

When will the stream be aweary of flowing Under my eye? When will the wind be aweary of blowing Over…

11 years ago

‘A noiseless patient spider’ by Walt Whitman

A noiseless, patient spider, I mark’d, where, on a little promontory, it stood, isolated; Mark’d how, to explore the vacant,…

11 years ago

‘To the evening star’ by William Blake

Thou fair-hair’d angel of the evening, Now, whilst the sun rests on the mountains, light Thy bright torch of love;…

11 years ago

‘Daffodils’ by William Wordsworth

I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o’er vales and hills, When all at once I saw…

12 years ago

‘Wild Geese’ by Mary Oliver

You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles…

12 years ago