Travel Poems
London, 1802
by William Wordsworth
Milton! thou shouldst be living at this hour;
England hath need of thee: she is a fen
Of stagnant waters: altar, sword, and pen,
Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower,
Have forfeited their ancient English dower
Of inward happiness. We are selfish men;
Oh! raise us up, return to us again;
And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power.
Thy soul was like a Star, and dwelt apart;
Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea:
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No!
by Thomas Hood
No sun--no moon!
No morn--no noon!
No dawn--no dusk--no proper time of day--
No sky--no earthly view--
No distance looking blue--
No road--no street--no "t'other side this way"--
No end to any Row--
No indications where the Crescents go--
No top to any steeple--
No recognitions of familiar people--
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Song Of The Open Road
by Walt Whitman
AFOOT and light-hearted, I take to the open road,
Healthy, free, the world before me,
The long brown path before me, leading wherever I choose.
Henceforth I ask not good-fortune--I myself am good fortune;
Henceforth I whimper no more, postpone no more, need nothing,
Strong and content, I travel the open road.
The earth--that is sufficient;
I do not want the constellations any nearer;
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The Road Not Taken
by Robert Frost
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
Though as for that the passing there
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The Mores
by John Clare
Far spread the moorey ground a level scene
Bespread with rush and one eternal green
That never felt the rage of blundering plough
Though centurys wreathed spring's blossoms on its brow
Still meeting plains that stretched them far away
In uncheckt shadows of green brown, and grey
Unbounded freedom ruled the wandering scene
Nor fence of ownership crept in between
To hide the prospect of the following eye
Its only bondage was the circling sky
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Unrecorded journey.
by Steve s
Footsteps in the sand, a whispering trace,
Softly etched by the tide's gentle embrace.
Each step a story, a moment confined,
In the vastness of time, where memories unwind.
Muted evidence of an unrecorded quest,
Where the heart finds solace, where the soul finds rest.
The grains hold secrets, the sun's golden glow,
A tapestry woven of where we dare go.
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I’m envious of the clouds
by Amy Michelle Mosier
I’m envious of the clouds
That float happily in the sun –
Changing into colorful shrouds –
Lumping from many into one.
Their most compatible friend –
The wind, admits
They beautify the high heaven.
Nebulosity permits
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Great and Rugged Pyrenees
by Amy Michelle Mosier
Great and Rugged Pyrenees
Whose solid presence demands
Notice of lush valleys
And Spanish oaks that dot the glens -
Prevailing winds churn in wrath -
I stop to breathe in them;
You cut the horizon in half
And grip my eye with icy hands.
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The path
by Andrew Smart
The path is long,
The road is eerie,
The night is cold,
The soul is weary.
You clutch your candle close,
Protect it as it burns.
It's barely illuminating,
The twists and turns.
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The Lone Traveller
by Peter Dr Lim
I have travelled that far
to the final edge of time
with such radiant hopes
and youthful dreams--i'll not succumb
to the harsh and unjust dictates of fate
nor hide away in fear-- farther
than my heart's endurance I have travelled--
my will speaks: I'll not look back--never, never, never!
