By Robert Herrick

By Alfred, Lord Tennyson

 John Greenleaf Whittier

Dear Lord and Father of mankind,

Forgive our foolish ways!

Reclothe us in our rightful mind,

In purer lives Thy service find,

In deeper reverence, praise.

In simple trust like theirs who heard

Beside the Syrian sea

The gracious calling of the Lord,

Let us, like them, without a word

Rise up and follow Thee.

O…

By William Wordsworth

By William Wordsworth

By Edna St. Vincent Millay

Elegy Before Death

Edna St. Vincent Millay



There will be rose and rhododendron

When you are dead and under ground;

Still will be heard from white syringas

Heavy with bees, a sunny sound;



Still will the tamaracks be raining

After the rain has ceased, and still

Will there be robins in the…

From Childe Harold's Pilgrimage:

"Apostrophe to the Ocean"

CLXXVIII.



   There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,

   There is a rapture on the lonely shore,

   There is society where none intrudes,                                

   By the deep Sea, and music in its roar:

   I love not Man the less, but Nature more,

   From these our interviews, in which I steal

   From all I may be, or have…

By Thomas Gray 1716—1771