Beauty poems
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The Muses Threnodie: First Muse
© Henry Adamson
Of Mr George Ruthven the tears and mournings,
Amidst the giddie course of fortune's turnings,
Upon his dear friend's death, Mr John Gall,
Where his rare ornaments bear a part, and wretched Gabions all.
Lamia Unveiled
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
HER step is soft as a fay's footfall,
And her eyes are wonderful founts of blue;
But I've seen that small foot spurning hearts,
And the soul that burns so strangely through
Those orbs of blue,
O! is't a human soul at all?
A Reed Shaken In The Wind
© Madison Julius Cawein
To say to hope,--Take all from me,
And grant me naught:
The rose, the song, the melody,
The word, the thought:
Then all my life bid me be slave,--
Is all I crave.
I Am Leaving Alexandria
© Mikhail Alekseevich Kuzmin
Ah, I am leaving Alexandria
and will not see it for a long time!
A Bridal Song
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
I.
The golden gates of Sleep unbar
Where Strength and Beauty, met together,
Kindle their image like a star
Aurora Leigh: Book Fifth
© Elizabeth Barrett Browning
"A flower, a flower," exclaimed
My German student,-his own eyes full-blown
Bent on her. He was twenty, certainly.
London's Summer Morning
© Mary Darby Robinson
Who has not waked to list the busy sounds
Of summer's morning, in the sultry smoke
Upper Austria
© John Kenyon
And he had comment, full and clear,
The fruit of many a travelled year;
But more, by meditation brought
From inner depths of silent thought;
Or fresh from fountain, never dry,
Of undisturbed humanity.
The Preacher
© John Greenleaf Whittier
The impulse spread like the outward course
Of waters moved by a central force;
The tide of spiritual life rolled down
From inland mountains to seaboard town.
Fragment Of The Elegy On The Death Of Adonis
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
I mourn Adonis deadloveliest Adonis--
Dead, dead Adonis--and the Loves lament.
Sleep no more, Venus, wrapped in purple woof--
Wake violet-stoled queen, and weave the crown
Of Death,--'tis Misery calls,--for he is dead.
To My Daughter
© Archibald Lampman
O little one, daughter, my dearest,
With your smiles and your beautiful curls,
And your laughter, the brightest and clearest,
O gravest and gayest of girls;
The Pastime of Pleasure: Of dysposycyon the II. parte of rethoryke - (til line 3950)
© Stephen Hawes
Of the merualyos argument bytwene Mars and fortune. Ca. xxvij.
3018 Besyde this toure of olde foundacyon
3019 There was a temple strongly edefyed
3020 To the hygh honoure and reputacyon
The North Sea -- Second Cycle
© Heinrich Heine
The waves are murmuring, the sea-gulls crying,
Wafts of old memories over me steal,
Old dreams long forgotten, old visions long vanished,
Sweet and torturing, rise from the deep..
A Christmas Carol
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
I.
The shepherds went their hasty way,
And found the lowly stable-shed
Where the Virgin-Mother lay:
Bill the Bullock-Driver
© Henry Kendall
The singers that sweeten all time with their song
Pure voices that make us forget
Humanitys drama of marvellous wrong
To Bill are as mysteries yet.
Fortunate Moments
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Hast thou not known them, too, these moments bright,
Rare moments, such as came to me but now,
On this clear, breezy evening, when the light
Flows through the orchard's tossing leaf and bough,
As though beyond their lifted screen the breeze
Would open magic visions of the Hesperides?
Lines Written In A Blank Leaf Of The Prometheus Unbound
© Thomas Lovell Beddoes
Write it in gold - a Spirit of the sun,
An Intellect ablaze with heavenly thoughts,
Pompeii
© Thomas Babbington Macaulay
A Poem Which Obtained the Chancellor's Medal at the Cambridge Commencement, July 1819.
Oh! land to Memory and to Freedom dear,
Pillared Arch And Sculptured Tower
© Thomas Bailey Aldrich
Pillared arch and sculptured tower
Of Ilium have had their hour;
The Lover Urges The Better Thrift
© Alice Meynell
Hide then within my heart, O hide
All thou art loth should go from thee.
Be kinder to thyself and me.
My cupful from this river's tide
Shall never reach the long sad sea.
