Beauty poems
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Finale
© Madison Julius Cawein
So let it be. Thou wilt not say 't was I!
Here in life's temple, where thy soul may see,
The Child
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
Lone played the child within the magic wood,
Where fountains sang and sunshine ever glowed;
Whyte-Melville
© William Henry Ogilvie
With lightest of hands on the bridle, with Highest of
hearts in the dance,
The Spirit Of Discovery By Sea - Book The First
© William Lisle Bowles
Awake a louder and a loftier strain!
Beloved harp, whose tones have oft beguiled
From The Prometheus Vinctus Of Aeschylus
© George Gordon Byron
Great Jove, to whose almighty throne
Both gods and mortals homage pay,
Ne'er may my soul thy power disown,
Thy dread behests ne'er disobey.
St. Michael's Mount
© William Lisle Bowles
INSCRIBED TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE LORD SOMERS.
While summer airs scarce breathe along the tide,
An Appeal
© William Schwenck Gilbert
Oh! is there not one maiden breast
Which does not feel the moral beauty
Niagara
© Jose Maria de Heredia y Campuzano
My lyre! give me my lyre! My bosom feels
The glow of inspiration. Oh how long
Have I been left in darkness since this light
Last visited my brow, Niagara!
Thou with thy rushing waters dost restore
The heavenly gift that sorrow took away.
The Task: Book I. -- The Sofa
© William Cowper
I sing the Sofa. I who lately sang
Truth, Hope, and Charity, and touched with awe
A Wayward Rose
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
Mischievous rose from the rose-tree swaying,
Can I not bind thee nor hold thee?
The years, wherein I never knew
© Madison Julius Cawein
The years, wherein I never knew
Such beauty as is yours,--so fraught
With truth and kindness looking through
Your loveliness,--I count them naught,
O girl, so like a lily wrought!
The years wherein I knew not you.
The Old Man's Counsel
© William Cullen Bryant
Long since that white-haired ancient slept--but still,
When the red flower-buds crowd the orchard bough,
And the ruffed grouse is drumming far within
The woods, his venerable form again
Is at my side, his voice is in my ear.
The Shepherds Calendar - July (2nd version)
© John Clare
July the month of summers prime
Again resumes her busy time
Scythes tinkle in each grassy dell
Where solitude was wont to dwell
The Orange Tree
© John Shaw Neilson
The young girl stood beside me.
I Saw not what her young eyes could see:
- A light, she said, not of the sky
Lives somewhere in the Orange Tree.
The Builders
© Henry Van Dyke
ODE FOR THE HUNDRED AND FIFTIETH ANNIVERSARY OF PRINCETON COLLEGE
October 21, 1896
Music:To A Boy Of Four Years Old, On Hearing Him Play The Harp
© Fitz-Greene Halleck
SWEET boy! before thy lips can learn
In speech thy wishes to make known,
Are "thoughts that breathe and words that burn"
Heard in thy music's tone.
