Beauty poems
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The German Students Love-Song
© Caroline Norton
By these, and by Love's power divine,
I have no thought but what is thine!
II.
On a Spanish Cathedral
© Henry Kendall
DEEP under the spires of a hill, by the feet of the thunder-cloud trod,
I pause in a luminous, still, magnificent temple of God!
Written On The Anniversary Of Our Father's Death
© Hartley Coleridge
STILL for the world he lives, and lives in bliss,
For God and for himself. Ten years and three
The Last Song
© Madison Julius Cawein
She sleeps; he sings to her. The day was long,
And, tired out with too much happiness,
My Autumn Walk
© William Cullen Bryant
ON woodlands ruddy with autumn
The amber sunshine lies;
I look on the beauty round me,
And tears come into my eyes.
The Little Sister Of The Prophet
© Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall
Then the little brown mother smiled,
As one does on the words of a well-loved child,
And, "Son," she replied, "have the oxen been watered and fed ?
For work is to do, though the skies be never so red,
And already the first sweet hours of the day are spent."
And he sighed, and went.
Sonnett - XIV
© James Russell Lowell
ON READING WORDSWORTH'S SONNETS IN DEFENCE OF CAPITAL PUNISHMENT
As the broad ocean endlessly upheaveth,
Lament
© Bliss William Carman
WHEN you hear the white-throat pealing
From a tree-top far away,
And the hills are touched with purple
At the borders of the day;
Sonnet 42: Oh Eyes, Which Do The Spheres
© Sir Philip Sidney
Oh eyes, which do the spheres of beauty move,
Whose beams be joys, whose joys all virtues be,
Who while they make Love conquer, conquer Love,
The schools where Venus hath learn'd chastity;
Waste
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
HOW many a budding plant is born to fade!
How many a May bloom wilt with quick decay!
Ofttimes the ruddiest rose holds briefest sway,
While heart and sense are evermore betrayed
Autumnal Nightfall
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Round Autumn's mouldering urn
Loud mourns the chill and cheerless gale,
When nightfall shades the quiet vale
And stars in beauty burn.
The Assimilation Of The Gypsies
© Larry Levis
In the background, a few shacks & overturned carts
And a gray sky holding the singular pallor of Lent.
And here the crowd of onlookers, though a few of them
Must be intimate with the victim,
Ella Mason And Her Eleven Cats
© Sylvia Plath
Old Ella Mason keeps cats, eleven at last count,
In her ramshackle house off Somerset Terrace;
People make queries
On seeing our neighbor's cat-haunt,
Saying: Something's addled in a woman who accommodates
That many cats.
Blue Mountain Pioneers
© Henry Kendall
The dauntless three! For twenty days and nights
These heroes battled with the haughty heights;
Musings
© Madison Julius Cawein
All who have toiled for Art, who've won or lost,
Sat equal priests at her high Pentecost;
Only the chrism and sacrament of flame,
Anointing all, inspired not all the same.
I Took Your Face Into My Dreams
© Mathilde Blind
I took your face into my dreams,
It floated round me like a light;
The Spirit Of Discovery By Sea - Book The Second
© William Lisle Bowles
Oh for a view, as from that cloudless height
Where the great Patriarch gazed upon the world,
The Departure of Summer
© Thomas Hood
Summer is gone on swallows' wings,
And Earth has buried all her flowers:
No more the lark,the linnetsings,
But Silence sits in faded bowers.
Pursuit And Possession
© Thomas Bailey Aldrich
When I behold what pleasure is pursuit,
What life, what glorious eagerness it is;
