POEMS OF NATURE.

I.

NATURE'S INFLUENCE.

THE WORLD IS TOO MUCH WITH US.

SONNET.

THE World is too much with us; late and soon,
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers;
Little we see in nature that is ours;

We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!
This sea that bares her bosom to the moon;
The winds that will be howling at all hours,
And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers;
For this, for everything, we are out of tune;
It moves us not.-Great God! I'd rather be
A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn,

So might I, standing on this pleasant lea,
Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn;
Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea,

Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH.

LOST

"The norther shouts on the plain, Ho, Ho!
He drives from his nostrils the blinding snow,
And growls with a savage will."

From a photograph by Pach, after painting by
Schenck in the Metropolitan Museum of Art,
New York.

PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY

From an Engraving.

THE GARDENER'S DAUGHTER

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"In the cottage of the rudest peasant;

In ancestral homes, whose crumbling towers,

Speaking of the Past unto the Present,

Tell us of the ancient Games of Flowers."

After a painting by Émile Adan.

SIDNEY LANIER

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After a photograph from life.

GEOFFREY CHAUCER

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From an engraving after a limning in Oc-
cleve's Poems," in the British Museum.

THE ARAB STEED

"My beautiful! my beautiful! that standest meekly

by,

With thy proudly arched and glossy neck, and dark
and fiery eye."

From a photograph by Pach, after a painting by
A. Schreyer, in the Metropolitan Museum of
Art, New York.

FISHING SMACK IN A SQUALL

"I love, O, how I love to ride

On the fierce, foaming, bursting tide!
From a photograph by Braun, Clement & Co.,
after a painting by J. S. Cotman.

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