English Poetry about Seasons

Poetry praising spring, because the rain and ruins in winter have passed, and all the seasons of snow and sin have passed; The days when lovers are separated, the lost light, and the won night; Time in memory is often sad, frost is killed, flowers are in bloom, flowers are in full bloom in the green Woods, and spring begins. -algernon charles swinburne (1837- 1909) Poetry in Summer The sun is shining at noon in summer, and the quickened pace passes through a dreary moor in tandem. A bare mound stands alone on the top of the mound, and I overlook the Windermere River bed from the edge of the city wall, like a big river stretching in the sun. -william wordsworth (1770- 1850) autumn poetry is more docile than before in the morning, and nuts are turning yellow; Berries have fuller cheeks and roses are outside the city. -Emily Dickinson (1830- 1886) winter poems groan in the bleak winter frost, the earth is as hard as iron and the water is as stone; A long time ago, in the cold midwinter, it snowed, snow on snow, snow on snow. Christina Rossetti? (1830- 1894) has four seasons. The details are as follows://factmonster/spot/pmseasons1Facing the sea, spring flowers bloom in Haizi, and be a happy person from tomorrow. I will be a happy person, feed horses, cut firewood and travel around the world. Starting from tomorrow, starting from tomorrow, care about food and vegetables. I will take care of food and vegetables. I have a house facing the sea. Flowers bloom in spring. I will write to every relative from tomorrow. I will write to each of my dear people and tell them my happiness. What does the lightning of happiness tell me? I will tell everyone and I will spread it to each of them. Give every river and mountain a warm name. Give every river and mountain a warm name. Strangers, I also wish you strangers. I will also give you my blessing. May your future be bright! May you have a lover, and all shall be well, and may you and your lover become spouses! May you enjoy happiness in this world! I also want to face the sea, and spring blossoms. Singing for the lilac season: now sing for the joy of the lilac season, (return in memory), classify my tongue and lips for the sake of nature, collect the wele logo as souvenirs of the earliest summer, (like children using pebbles or strung shells) put it in April and May, hylas croak in the pond, elastic air, bees, butterflies, sparrows use simple notes, blue birds and gallops. It's not the high hole where fet flashes his golden wings, the quiet sunshine and mist, the persistent birdsong, the water vapor, the fish in the shimmering water, the sky blue above, all the joy and glitter, the brook running, the maple forest, the refreshing February day and sugar making, the robin jumping there, bright eyes and brown breasts, making clear music at sunrise and sunset, or flying between the trees in the apple orchard, building. Summer is here! What is this? You, soul, unreleased-uneasiness after I don't know anything; Come on, let's not stay here any longer, let's go! Ah, if only one could fly like a bird! Ah, run away and sail forward like a ship! Oh, soul, slide with you, just like a ship sliding on the water; Collect these tips, preludes, blue sky, grass, dewdrops in the morning, the fragrance of lilacs, shrubs with dark green heart-shaped leaves, and wood violets, which are called naive little delicate pale flowers. Sample and sort them not only for themselves, but for their atmosphere, to beautify the shrubs I love-sing with birds, lilacs spend time happily and safely, and return in memories. Sing me the joy of lilac season (it is coming back from nostalgia). For the sake of nature, please come with me, use your smart lips as souvenirs of early summer, and collect those lovely notes with me (for example, children collect pebbles or shell strings) and put them in April and May. The rain frogs in these ponds sing, the brisk breeze, bees, butterflies, sparrows with monotonous songs, bluebirds and swallows flying high, and don't forget the sky with golden wings, the quiet rosy clouds and the lingering haze. Jumping brown-breasted robin, bright eyes, singing sweetly at sunrise, singing at sunset, or flying among trees in an apple orchard to build a nest for its lover, melting snow in March, and bright green stripes just drawn by willow, because spring is coming! Summer is coming! What does it breed and what does it produce? You, your soul is liberated-I don't know what I am eager to pursue; Come on, let's stop staying here, let's stand up and move on! Ah, I hope a person can fly like a bird! Ah, being able to escape is like sailing on a speedboat! With your soul, beyond everything, in everything, like a ship crossing the ocean; Collect omens and signs, such as the blue sky, weeds, dew in the morning, the fragrance of lilacs, bushes covered with dark green heart-shaped leaves, wooden violets, and petite faint flowers called "innocence". All these plants are not only for themselves, but for their surroundings, to decorate the jungle I love-sing with all the birds and sing a affectionate song for lilacs returning from this memory. basis