Woods Poems

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
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What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.

No time to stand beneath the boughs
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By a route obscure and lonely,
Haunted by ill angels only,
Where an Eidolon, named NIGHT,
On a black throne reigns upright,
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Smokey the Bear heads
into the autumn woods
with a red can of gasoline
and a box of wooden matches.
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All nature has a feeling: woods, fields, brooks
Are life eternal: and in silence they
Speak happiness beyond the reach of books;
There's nothing mortal in them; their decay
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Come live with me and be my love,
And we will all the pleasures prove
That valleys, groves, hills, and fields,
Woods, or steepy mountain yields.
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They leave their homes
Unwillingly forced
And follow their fate
Through fields and trails
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Anyone here had a go at themselves
for a laugh? Anyone opened their wrists
with a blade in the bath? Those in the dark
at the back, listen hard. Those at the front
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'Arcturus' is his other name—
I'd rather call him 'Star.'
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Something there is that doesn't love a wall,
That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it,
And spills the upper boulders in the sun;
And makes gaps even two can pass abreast.
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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
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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.
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Snow falling and night falling fast, oh, fast
In a field I looked into going past,
And the ground almost covered smooth in snow,
But a few weeds and stubble showing last.
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Dim vales- and shadowy floods-
And cloudy-looking woods,
Whose forms we can't discover
For the tears that drip all over!
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See what delights in sylvan scenes appear!
Descending Gods have found Elysium here.
In woods bright Venus with Adonis stray'd,
And chaste Diana haunts the forest shade.
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As I came to the edge of the woods,
Thrush music - hark!
Now if it was dusk outside,
Inside it was dark.
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When the warm sun, that brings
Seed-time and harvest, has returned again,
'T is sweet to visit the still wood, where springs
The first flower of the plain.
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The Oriole sings in the greening grove
As if he were half-way waiting,
The rosebuds peep from their hoods of green,
Timid, and hesitating.
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After the funeral, mule praises, brays,
Windshake of sailshaped ears, muffle-toed tap
Tap happily of one peg in the thick
Grave's foot, blinds down the lids, the teeth in black,
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I dwell in a lonely house I know
That vanished many a summer ago,
And left no trace but the cellar walls,
And a cellar in which the daylight falls,
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Into the wild untrodden woods,
where light can scarcely penetrate,
she stumbles over tangled roots
and sees no sign to indicate
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I hear the woods calling my name,
And so I go investigate,
Play Sherlock Holmes is a mind game
In which I oft participate.
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The sun shines bright, with its heavenly beams, shining all on the woods heavenly
it seems.
Woods, then confess their love for showers.
Showers, that fall from the heaven's above, that vow they keep so strong, and still till the infinity to the eternity, keeping this, as their wills.
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I listen to the Leila's song,
I listen fondly, all time long.
I sit in silence, deep inside the woods,
As Leila's melodious voice echoes in the woods,
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If you go down to the woods today,
You're in for a big surprise.
If you go down to the woods today,
You'll meet your grisly demise.
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Without woods tigers scarce can live,
Sans tigers woods cannot survive,
Tigers then save a wood,
Woods work for tigers' good,
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The gold colour, sky put on woods, its
tree branches and leaves
On dust of grey road that lead to Nilje,
On wings of red- wing bird
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Your Olfactory Bulb will get use to you smelling good with smell goods
Of Michel Germain Sexual Paris Tender along with smell goods of Amber and Cedarwood.

I love woody woods smell goods.
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The caged bird was in a golden cage,

The bird from the woods in the forest,
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