Based on the assumption that ""The English have always produced the most, and the best, poetry about nature,"" and willing to include ""everything not man-made and. . . without a beating heart,"" a relatively large collection of primarily traditional nature poems. To indicate a few of the more familiar: ""The last rose of summer""; ""When the frost is on the punkin""; ""Whose woods these are I think I know""; ""There was a roaring in the wind all night""; ""To him who in the love of Nature holds/ Communion with her visible forms, she speaks/ A various language."" There's generous sampling of Wordsworth-Shelley-Keats, many from Clare, Burns and Blake, and too many of the hollyhocks and hyacinth sensibility. The divisions--into seasons, weather, flowers, trees, bodies of water, and the sky--may be useful for assignment purposes but en masse they are repetitive and even for browsing the selections are uneven in appeal with a rather small percentage of likely specials.