Top 100 Poems About: WEATHER
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1.A Line-Storm Song
The line-storm clouds fly tattered and swift,
The road is forlorn all day,
Where a myriad snowy quartz stones lift,
And the hoof-prints vanish away. read more »Robert Frost
2.Proud Music Of The Storm
PROUD music of the storm!
Blast that careers so free, whistling across the prairies!
Strong hum of forest tree-tops! Wind of the mountains! read more »Walt Whitman
3.Storm And Sunlight
In barns we crouch, and under stacks of straw,
Harking the storm that rides a hurtling legion read more »Siegfried Sassoon
4.A Process In The Weather Of The Heart
A process in the weather of the heart
Turns damp to dry; the golden shot
Storms in the freezing tomb.
A weather in the quarter of the veins read more »Dylan Thomas
How should I sing when buffeting salt waves
And stung with bitter surges, in whose might
I toss, a cockleshell? The dreadful night read more »Amy Lowell
6.I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud (Daffodils)
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils; read more »William Wordsworth
Lord of the winds! I feel thee nigh,
I know thy breath in the burning sky!
And I wait, with a thrill in every vein, read more »William Cullen Bryant
8.Who Has Seen The Wind?
Who has seen the wind?
Neither I nor you.
But when the leaves hang trembling,
The wind is passing through. read more »Christina Georgina Rossetti
9.A Song Of Winter Weather
It isn't the foe that we fear;
It isn't the bullets that whine;
It isn't the business career
Of a shell, or the bust of a mine; read more »Robert William Service
10.Sudden Fine Weather
Reader! what soul that laoves a verse can see
The spring return, nor glow like you and me?
Hear the quick birds, and see the landscape fill,
Nor long to utter his melodious will? read more »James Henry Leigh Hunt
11.Modern Love Xxiii: 'Tis Christmas Weather
'Tis Christmas weather, and a country house
Receives us: rooms are full: we can but get
An attic-crib. Such lovers will not fret
At that, it is half-said. The great carouse read more »George Meredith
I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers,
From the seas and the streams;
I bear light shade for the leaves when laid
In their noonday dreams. read more »Percy Bysshe Shelley