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  • 1.
    Ode On A Grecian Urn

    Thou still unravish'd bride of quietness,
    Thou foster-child of silence and slow time,
    Sylvan historian, who canst thus express
    A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme:
    What leaf-fring'd legend haunts about thy shape
    Of deities or mortals, or of both,
    In Tempe or the dales of Arcady?
    What men or gods are these? What maidens loth?
    What mad pursuit? What struggle to escape?
    What pipes and timbrels? What wild ecstasy?

    Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard
    Are sweeter; therefore, ye soft pipes, play on;
    Not to the sensual ear, but, more endear'd,
    Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone:
    Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave
    Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare;
    Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss,
    Though winning near the goal yet, do not grieve;
    She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss,
    For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!

    Ah, happy, happy boughs! that cannot shed
    Your leaves, nor ever bid the Spring adieu;
    And, happy melodist, unwearied,
    For ever piping songs for ever new;
    More happy love! more happy, happy love!
    For ever warm and still to be enjoy'd,
    For ever panting, and for ever young;
    All breathing human passion far above,
    That leaves a heart high-sorrowful and cloy'd,
    A burning forehead, and a parching tongue.

    Who are these coming to the sacrifice?
    To what green altar, O mysterious priest,
    Lead'st thou that heifer lowing at the skies,
    And all her silken flanks with garlands drest?
    What little town by river or sea shore,
    Or mountain-built with peaceful citadel,
    Is emptied of this folk, this pious morn?
    And, little town, thy streets for evermore
    Will silent be; and not a soul to tell
    Why thou art desolate, can e'er return.

    O Attic shape! Fair attitude! with brede
    Of marble men and maidens overwrought,
    With forest branches and the trodden weed;
    Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought
    As doth eternity: Cold Pastoral!
    When old age shall this generation waste,
    Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe
    Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st,
    "Beauty is truth, truth beauty,--that is all
    Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know." read more »

  • 2.
    Ode To A Nightingale

    My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains
    My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk,
    Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains
    One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk: read more »

  • 3.
    Lines Composed A Few Miles Above Tintern Abbey

    Five years have past; five summers, with the length
    Of five long winters! and again I hear
    These waters, rolling from their mountain-springs
    With a soft inland murmur.--Once again read more »

  • 4.
    A Promise To California

    A PROMISE to California,
    Also to the great Pastoral Plains, and for Oregon:
    Sojourning east a while longer, soon I travel toward you, to remain, read more »

  • 5.
    À Bas Ben Adhem

    My fellow man I do not care for.
    I often ask me, What's he there for?
    The only answer I can find
    Is, Reproduction of his kind. read more »

  • 6.
    Meditations In An Emergency

    Am I to become profligate as if I were a blonde? Or religious
    as if I were French?

    Each time my heart is broken it makes me feel more adventurous read more »

  • 7.
    A Dream

    Was it a dream? We sail'd, I thought we sail'd,
    Martin and I, down the green Alpine stream,
    Border'd, each bank, with pines; the morning sun, read more »

  • 8.
    Michael: A Pastoral Poem

    If from the public way you turn your steps
    Up the tumultuous brook of Greenhead Ghyll,
    You will suppose that with an upright path
    Your feet must struggle; in such bold ascent read more »

  • 9.

    The little sparrows
    hop ingenuously
    about the pavement
    quarreling read more »

  • 10.
    American Feuillage

    AMERICA always!
    Always our own feuillage!
    Always Florida's green peninsula! Always the priceless delta of read more »

  • 11.
    Elegiac Stanzas

    Lulled by the sound of pastoral bells,
    Rude Nature's Pilgrims did we go,
    From the dread summit of the Queen
    Of mountains, through a deep ravine, read more »

  • 12.

    Part of an entertainment presented to the Countess Dowager of
    Darby at Harefield, by som Noble persons of her Family, who
    appear on the Scene in pastoral habit, moving toward the seat
    of State with this Song. read more »

New Pastoral Poems

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  3. Pastoral Music I Still Carry With, Bijay Kant Dubey
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  5. Thomas Hardy, Are You A Pessimist Or A L.., Bijay Kant Dubey
  6. The Scholar, Bijay Kant Dubey
  7. Never Did He Call Himself A Scholar, Bijay Kant Dubey
  8. Monty Python, Naveed Khalid
  9. Hamstead, Naveed Khalid
  10. Catapult, Naveed Khalid
  11. I Am A Classicist And My Poetry A Study .., Bijay Kant Dubey
  12. When She Gave A Violet Bloom To Me, My P.., Bijay Kant Dubey
  13. A vision afloat, PARTHA SARATHI PAUL
  14. Here we are, D.A. Woods
  15. My Backyard, Janie Wassler
  16. She Took The Book By The Hand From Behind, Bijay Kant Dubey
  17. Beautiful poem, SALINI NAIR
  18. Broken Dreams, segun Johnson Ozique
  19. My Rustic Mistress, My Pastoral Love, Bijay Kant Dubey
  20. Christ and Krishna..., PARTHA SARATHI PAUL
  21. My Rustic Heart, Bijay Kant Dubey
  22. My Rustic Love, Where Do You Lie You?, Bijay Kant Dubey
  23. The Girl With The Goats, Bijay Kant Dubey
  24. Shepherd Love, Where The Flower of Yours?, Bijay Kant Dubey
  25. My Pastoral Love, Where Do Lie You Playi.., Bijay Kant Dubey
  26. A Dreamer of American Dreams, , Disturb .., Bijay Kant Dubey
  27. The Dots and Lines, chayamsu v r
  28. The Definition Of Poetry, Bijay Kant Dubey
  29. Goyim, Marcel Aouizerate
  30. The Indigo Blue Nomads (Ode to the Tuare.., Dilantha Gunawardana
  31. Against Her Weeping Head, Ross Mackay
  32. Painting Virgil, michael oliver
  33. A spring lambent?, Dan Reynolds
  34. Faith Outlawed Political Oppression, Terence George Craddock (Spe ..
  35. EDEN, THE GARDEN OF SENSES!, Yoseph Lupu
  36. Et in Aracadia Ego, Neil Crawford
  37. Lakeland Dusk, Neil Crawford
  38. January, Cornelius Webb
  39. Cityscape, Neil Crawford
  40. Broken music, Patti Masterman
  41. A Blue Sky for Relief!, Ramesh T A
  42. World Leaders Count Civilized Zeroes, Terence George Craddock (Spe ..
  43. Blip Humanity Glass Fused Into Fossil Re.., Terence George Craddock (Spe ..
  44. A Brindhawan Dream!, Ramesh T A
  45. scantena, Dizzy Darling
  46. Culture And Civilisation, Ramesh T A
  47. The Music Suite of 275 North, Cumby, Tex.., Joe Rosochacki
  48. The Second Deadly Sin, Patti Masterman
  49. Sonnet VI., John Moultrie
  50. Celestial long summer days, john o'connell
  51. In France, Francis Ledwidge
  52. Ceol Sidhe, Francis Ledwidge
  53. The Shepherds Calendar - July, John Clare
  54. Pleasures Of Fancy, John Clare
  55. The Oak And The Broom, William Wordsworth
  56. Repentance, William Wordsworth
  57. Under The Poplars, Cesar Vallejo
  58. Quiet Existence, Mahmoodul Haque Sayed
  59. ***Dying of Time***, Ian Bowen
  60. I Was Born, Harold Standish
  61. Traffic Light Fight, C Richard Miles
  62. A Beginning, William Lindenmuth
  63. /// laughter ***** PASTOR VISIT, Rommel Mark Dominguez Marchan
  64. - Seven - forty Seven-ed Ponds, Debora Short
  65. Quiet Reasons To Live, Robert Rorabeck
  66. To Keats, Subroto Chatterjee
  67. Glenroy Station Pastoral, vince gullaci
  68. And no bird sings fot new friend Mel, ivor or ivor.e hogg
  69. Destined to win? ? ? ? ? ?, Mahfooz Ali
  70. ~.~ Seven Forty Seven-ed Ponds, Debora Short
  71. Dance of The Hours, Joyce Hemsley
  72. Tattoo, Elena Toledo
  73. Scenery, shimon weinroth
  74. MY VILLAGE, sathya narayana
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