Beauty poems
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A Sonnet To Heavenly Beauty
© Joachim du Bellay
There is the joy whereto each soul aspires,
And there the rest that all the world desires,
And there is love, and peace, and gracious mirth;
And there in the most highest heavens shalt thou
Behold the Very Beauty, whereof now
Thou worshippest the shadow upon earth.
Prometheus
© James Russell Lowell
One after one the stars have risen and set,
Sparkling upon the hoarfrost on my chain:
The Four Seasons : Spring
© James Thomson
Come, gentle Spring! ethereal Mildness! come,
And from the bosom of yon dropping cloud,
While music wakes around, veil'd in a shower
Of shadowing roses, on our plains descend.
Farewell To Anactoria
© Allen Tate
Never the tramp of foot or horse,
Nor lusty cries from ship at sea,
Shall I call loveliest on the dark earth-
My heart moves lovingly.
The Dream Of Roderick
© Madison Julius Cawein
Below, the tawny Tagus swept
Past royal gardens, breathing balm;
Upon his couch the monarch slept;
The world was still; the night was calm.
The Ruined Mill
© Madison Julius Cawein
There is the ruined water-mill
With its rotten wheel, that stands as still
Tamar
© Robinson Jeffers
Grass grows where the flame flowered;
A hollowed lawn strewn with a few black stones
And the brick of broken chimneys; all about there
The old trees, some of them scarred with fire, endure the sea
wind.
The Ruling Thought
© Giacomo Leopardi
Most sweet, most powerful,
Controller of my inmost soul;
The terrible, yet precious gift
Of heaven, companion kind
Of all my days of misery,
O thought, that ever dost recur to me;
Stand by the Engines
© Henry Lawson
ON THE moonlighted decks there are children at play,
While smoothly the steamer is holding her way;
And the old folks are chatting on deck-seats and chairs,
And the lads and the lassies go strolling in pairs.
The Last Elegy Of The Third Book Of Tibullus
© Henry James Pye
Propitious Bacchus comeso round thy brow
Be with the mystic vine the ivy wove;
The Human Sacrifice
© John Greenleaf Whittier
I.
FAR from his close and noisome cell,
By grassy lane and sunny stream,
Blown clover field and strawberry dell,
Queen Mab: Part I.
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
FAIRY
'Spirit! who hast dived so deep;
Spirit! who hast soared so high;
Thou the fearless, thou the mild,
Accept the boon thy worth hath earned,
Ascend the car with me!'
Thora
© Celia Thaxter
Come under my cloak, my darling!
Thou little Norwegian main!
Nor wind, nor rain, nor rolling sea
Shall chill or make thee afraid.
Thou Art Not Lovelier Than Lilacs
© Edna St. Vincent Millay
Thou art not lovelier than lilacs,-no,
Nor honeysuckle; thou art not more fair
The Ruined Abbey, or, The Affects of Superstition
© William Shenstone
At length fair Peace, with olive crown'd, regains
Her lawful throne, and to the sacred haunts
Colour
© William Henry Ogilvie
There's colour in the woodlands as far as eye can reach,
Pale gold upon the elm-tree and bronze upon the beech;
Astronomy
© John Kenyon
Lucinda! Lucinda! why all this abstraction?
May astronomy hold no communion with mirth?
The Eve Of Waterloo
© George Gordon Byron
There was a sound of revelry by night,
And Belgium's capital had gathered then
The Lovers. A Poem
© John Logan
Harriet
I fear to go--I dare not stay.
Look back.--I dare not look that way.
The Last Of The Roses
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
A ROYAL rose! A rose how darkly red!
A proud, voluptuous, full blown flower, that sways
Her sceptre o'er the wind-swept garden-ways,
With mantling cheek and bold, imperious head!
