Nina Joan

Tag: Poetry

| that freedom bold |


| how does the meadow flower its bloom unfold? because the lovely little flower is free down to its root, and in that freedom bold | 

~William Wordsworth 

| if winter comes, can spring be far behind? | 


| if winter comes, can spring be far behind? | 

~ Percy Bysshe Shelley

| to autumn | 


| season of mists and mellow fruitfulness | 

To Autumn by John Keats 

| find the beautiful |


| though we travel the world over to find the beautiful, we must carry it with us or we find it not |

 ~Ralph Waldo Emerson 

| there is a path | 

  

over every mountain there is a path, although it may not be seen from the valley 

~ Theodore Roethke

| there is a path |

  

although it may not be seen from the valley. over every mountain there is a path, although it may not be seen from the valley 

~ Theodore Roethke

| carry on, my soul | 

  

 Carry on! Carry on!

Fight the good fight and true;

Believe in your mission, greet life with a cheer;

There’s big work to do, and that’s why you are here.

Carry on! Carry on!

 Let the world be the better for you;

And at last when you die, let this be your cry!

Carry on, my soul! Carry on!

~ Robert W. Service

| in search of undiscovered skies |

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| in search of undiscovered skies |

~ Henry Kendall

| the ocean is a mighty harmonist |


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| the ocean is a mighty harmonist |

~ William Wordsworth

one touch of nature makes the whole world kin

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| one touch of nature makes the whole world kin |

~ William Shakespeare

  | The poetry of earth is never dead. | 

 

 | The poetry of earth is never dead. | ~ John Keats

the woods are lovely, dark, and deep

 

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The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

~ Robert Frost
From ‘Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening’

here is a little forest, whose leaf is ever green…

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Here is a little forest,
Whose leaf is ever green;
Here is a brighter garden,
Where not a frost has been;

Excerpt from ‘There is Another Sky’ by Emily Dickinson

the open sky sits upon our senses like a sapphire crown

 

“… the open sky sits upon our senses like a sapphire crown …”

~ John Keats

I saw the beauty go

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I saw the beauty go,

The beauty that, in a stream,

Flowed through the breadth of the land

Like the fenceless foot of a dream.

~Mary Gilmore

‘much have I travell’d in the realms of gold’

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Today was a rainy day. It was some pleasant relief from the heat and humidity. Days like these call for quiet and cozy moments to read one of my favourite poets John Keats. The title of this post is the first line of the poem “On First Looking into Chapman’s Homer”

My Country

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My Country
By Dorothea Mackellar

I love a sunburnt country,
A land of sweeping plains,
Of ragged mountain ranges,
Of droughts and flooding rains.
I love her far horizons,
I love her jewel-sea,
Her beauty and her terror
The wide brown land for me!

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