Binsey Poplars, by Gerard Manley Hopkins
> My aspens dear, whose airy cages quelled, Quelled or quenched in leaves the leaping sun, All felled, felled, are all felled; Of a fresh and »
The Sound of Trees, by Robert Frost
> I wonder about the trees. Why do we wish to bear Forever the noise of these More than another noise So close to our dwelling »
Let America Be America Again, by Langston Hughes
> Let America be America again. Let it be the dream it used to be. Let it be the pioneer on the plain Seeking a home »
Stanzas from the Grande Chartreuse, by Matthew Arnold
> Through Alpine meadows soft-suffused With rain, where thick the crocus blows, Past the dark forges long disused, The mule-track from Saint Laurent goes. The bridge »
Ulysses, by Alfred, Lord Tennyson
> It little profits that an idle king, By this still hearth, among these barren crags, Match'd with an aged wife, I mete and »