Sunday, July 31, 2016

A Steady Purpose

Nothing contributes so much to tranquillize the mind as a steady purpose – a point on which the soul may fix its intellectual eye.

~ Mary Shelley

Painting: Unknown Woman, formerly known as Mary Shelley by Samuel John Stump

Saturday, July 30, 2016

Now The Light Falls

Now the light falls
Across the open field, leaving the deep lane
Shuttered with branches.

~ T. S. Eliot

The Sun

The sun, when first he kissed away the tears
That filled the eyes of Morn.

~ John Keats

Friday, July 29, 2016

Brook! Whose Society The Poet Seeks

Brook! whose society the Poet seeks,
Intent his wasted spirits to renew.

~ William Wordsworth

Once More, Sweet Stream!

Once more, sweet Stream! with slow foot wandering near,
I bless thy milky waters cold and clear.

~ Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Wednesday, July 27, 2016

Who Robbed The Woods?

Who robbed the woods,
The trusting woods?

~ Emily Dickinson

Rust Rust Rust

Rust rust rust
in the engines of love and time

~ Leonard Cohen

Tuesday, July 26, 2016

Come Mary To The Woodland Green

Green is the wood path we shall cross;
Come Mary to the woodland green.

~ John Clare

Monday, July 25, 2016

The Child Alone A Poet Is

The child alone a poet is:
Spring and Fairyland are his.
Truth and Reason show but dim,
And all's poetry with him.

~ Robert Graves

Sunday, July 24, 2016

Spring Hangs Her Infant Blossoms

Spring hangs her infant blossoms on the trees,
Rocked in the cradle of the western breeze.

~ William Cowper

Saturday, July 23, 2016

And All Arabia Breathes From Yonder Box

And all Arabia breathes from yonder box.

~ Alexander Pope

The Lost Garden

For what man succeeds in ever finding
A path to the garden of his lost youth?

~ Ella Wheeler Wilcox

And When I Touch You

And when I touch you
I feel happy inside
It's such a feeling that my love
I can't hide

~ The Beatles

Friday, July 22, 2016

While On My Lonely Couch I Lie

While on my lonely couch I lie,
I seldom feel myself alone,
For fancy fills my dreaming eye
With scenes and pleasures of its own.

~ Anne Bronte

Painting: Reverie by Janos Laszlo Aldor

Thursday, July 21, 2016

There Gloom The Dark, Broad Seas

There gloom the dark, broad seas.

~ Alfred Lord Tennyson

God, What A Joy It Is To Plant A Tree

God, what a joy it is to plant a tree,
And from the sallow earth to watch it rise,
Lifting its emerald branches to the skies
In silent adoration; and to see
Its strength and glory waxing with each spring.
Yes, 'tis a goodly, and a gladsome thing
To plant a tree.

~ Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Wednesday, July 20, 2016

The Very Name Of Flowers

Aye, flowers! The very name of flowers,
That bloom in wood and glen,
Brings Spring to me in Winter's hours,
And childhood's dreams again.

~ John Clare

Our Grapes Fresh From The Vine

Come buy, come buy:
Our grapes fresh from the vine.

~ Christina Rossetti

Tuesday, July 19, 2016


Dewdrop, let me cleanse
in your brief sweet waters
These dark hands of life.

~ Matsuo Basho

Monday, July 18, 2016


Willow, in thy breezy moan,
I can hear a deeper tone;
Through thy leaves come whispering low
Faint sweet sounds of long ago.
Willow, sighing willow!

~ Felicia Hemans


For with my singing I can make
A refuge for my spirit's sake.

~ Sara Teasdale

Rippling Through Thy Branches

Rippling through thy branches goes the sunshine,
Among thy leaves that palpitate forever.

~ James Russell Lowell

Sunday, July 17, 2016

On Roars The Flood

On roars the flood, all restless to be free,
Like Trouble wandering to Eternity.

~ John Clare

Like A Lover

And the wind, full of wantonness, wooes like a lover
The young aspen-trees till they tremble all over.

~ Thomas Moore

Saturday, July 16, 2016

O For A Lodge!

O for a lodge in some vast wilderness,
Some boundless contiguity of shade,
Where rumour of oppression and deceit,
Of unsuccessful or successful war,
Might never reach me more! My ear is pained,
My soul is sick with every day's report
Of wrong and outrage with which earth is filled.

~ William Cowper

Friday, July 15, 2016

A Ramble By The River's Side

A ramble by the river's side
Is pleasant in the summer.

~ John Clare

Thursday, July 14, 2016

Gather Ye Rosebuds

Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,
Old Time is still a-flying;
And this same flower that smiles today
Tomorrow will be dying.

~ Robert Herrick

Photo: Rose Valley - Bulgaria

Oh, May Your Silhouette Never Dissolve On The Beach

Oh, may your silhouette never dissolve on the beach;
may your eyelids never flutter into the empty distance.
Don't leave me for a second, my dearest,
because in that moment you'll have gone so far
I'll wander mazily over all the earth, asking,
Will you come back? Will you leave me here, dying?

~ Pablo Neruda

Wednesday, July 13, 2016

Let Me Smell

Let me smell
My youth again in your hair.

~ Pablo Neruda

Tuesday, July 12, 2016

Yon Rosebuds

Yon rosebuds in the morning dew,
How pure amang the leaves sae green!

~ Robert Burns

To See The Dewdrops

To see the dewdrops thrill the blades of grass,
Makes my whole body shake.

~ W. H. Davies

An Emerald Is As Green As Grass

An emerald is as green as grass.

~ Christina Rossetti

Monday, July 11, 2016

O Lift Me From The Grass!

O lift me from the grass!
I die! I faint! I fail!
Let thy love in kisses rain
On my lips and eyelids pale.
My cheek is cold and white, alas!
My heart beats loud and fast;
O press it to thine own again,
Where it will break at last!

~ Percy Bysshe Shelley

The Lonesome Flower

O bonny is the lonesome flower
That blossoms in the lonely glen.

~ John Clare

Sunday, July 10, 2016

Splendour In The Grass

What though the radiance which was once so bright
Be now for ever taken from my sight,
Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower;
We will grieve not, rather find
Strength in what remains behind.

~ William Wordsworth

Saturday, July 09, 2016

O Magic Sleep!

O magic sleep! O comfortable bird,
That broodest o'er the troubled sea of the mind
Till it is hush'd and smooth!

~ John Keats

Friday, July 08, 2016

The Sweet Forget-Me-Nots

The sweet forget-me-nots
That grow for happy lovers.

~ Alfred Lord Tennyson

Lovely Insect, Haste Away

Lovely insect, haste away,
Greet once more the sunny day.

~ John Clare

Thursday, July 07, 2016

Summer Night

Summer night –
even the stars
are whispering to each other.

~ Kobayashi Issa

The Forest

It is not so much for its beauty that the forest makes a claim upon men's hearts, as for that subtle something, that quality of air that emanates from old trees, that so wonderfully changes and renews a weary spirit.

~ Robert Louis Stevenson

Flow On, Lovely Dee

Flow on, lovely Dee, flow on, thou sweet river,
Thy banks' purest stream shall be dear to me ever.

~ John Tait

Photo: River Dee - Llangollen - North Wales

Wednesday, July 06, 2016

The Daisy's For Simplicity

The daisy's for simplicity and unaffected air.

~ Robert Burns

Monday, July 04, 2016

I Am Solitary As Grass

I am solitary as grass. What is it I miss?
Shall I ever find it, whatever it is?

~ Sylvia Plath

Sunday, July 03, 2016

The Black Cloud Carries The Sun Away

The black cloud carries the sun away.

~ T. S. Eliot

The Water Lilies

The Water Lilies, white and yellow flowers,
How beautiful they are upon the lake!

~ John Clare

Saturday, July 02, 2016

A Lovely Day

Ah sure it is a lovely day
As ever summer's glory yields
And I will put my books away
And wander in the fields.

~ John Clare

Friday, July 01, 2016

O Summer Day

O summer day beside the joyous sea!
O summer day so wonderful and white!

~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow