Beauty poems
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Alsace-Lorraine
© George Meredith
Yet the like aerial growths may chance be the delicate sprays,
Infant of Earth's most urgent in sap, her fierier zeal
For entry on Life's upper fields: and soul thus flourishing pays
The martyr's penance, mark for brutish in man to heel.
A simple, cheerful active life on earth
© Nicolaj Frederik Severin Grundtvig
A simple, cheerful, active life on earth,
A cup Id not exchange for monarchs chalice,
The Iron Horse
© James Whitcomb Riley
No song is mine of Arab steed--
My courser is of nobler blood,
And cleaner limb and fleeter speed,
And greater strength and hardihood
Than ever cantered wild and free
Across the plains of Araby.
The Wind And The Whirlwind
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
I have a thing to say. But how to say it?
I have a cause to plead. But to what ears?
How shall I move a world by lamentation,
A world which heeded not a Nation's tears?
Coquette [Among The Family Portraits.]
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
Therefore, sweet flesh and blood, I trust
That, ere ye passed to senseless dust,
Your beauty played a worthier part--
The love-rôle of the loyal heart.
. . . . .
Sonnet XLIII: Thou Canst Not Die
© Samuel Daniel
Thou canst not die whilst any zeal abound
In feeling hearts that can conceive these lines;
Italy : 36. The Nun
© Samuel Rogers
'Tis over; and her lovely cheek is now
On her hard pillow -- there, alas, to be
Nightly, through many and many a dreary hour,
Wan, often wet with tears, and (ere at length
The Temple
© Katharine Tynan
WHAT of Louvain and of Rheims
Made for God by man? What then?
Here be temples more than man's
Wrought by God for His own men.
At Beauty's Bar As I Did Stand
© George Gascoigne
AT Beauty's bar as I did stand,
When False Suspect accused,
``George,'' quod the judge, ``hold up thy hand;
Thou art arraigned of flattery.
Tell therefore how thou wilt be tried.
Whose judgment here wilt thou abide?''
The Dark Lady Sonnets (127 - 154)
© William Shakespeare
CXXVII
In the old age black was not counted fair,
Or if it were, it bore not beauty's name;
But now is black beauty's successive heir,
The Tower of the Dream
© Charles Harpur
But not thus always are our dreams benign;
Oft are they miscreationsgloomier worlds,
Crowded tempestuously with wrongs and fears,
More ghastly than the actual ever knew,
And rent with racking noises, such as should
Go thundering only through the wastes of hell.
The love in her eyes lay sleeping
© William Forster
The love in her eyes lay sleeping,
As stars that unconscious shine,
To ------
© Thomas Parnell
Your best endeavours on ye law bestow
Rough as it is 'tis proffitable too
Cowel & Blunt have words & Cook ye way
to keep the wrangling sons of earth in play
then if your books you use your Clients pay
A Dilettante
© Augusta Davies Webster
Good friend, be patient: goes the world awry?
well, can you groove it straight with all your pains?
and, sigh or scold, and, argue or intreat,
what have you done but waste your part of life
on impotent fool's battles with the winds,
that will blow as they list in spite of you?
The Bather
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Water, frolic water!
Drops in the dazzle of noon, drops divinely cold,
Radiant down naked breast, down arm and thigh
You run to my feet, shaken to shining grass,
Tale IV
© George Crabbe
harm;
Give me thy pardon," and he look'd alarm:
Meantime the prudent Dinah had contrived
Her soul to question, and she then revived.
"See! my good friend," and then she raised her
The Jessamine And The Morning-Glory
© Madison Julius Cawein
I.
On a sheet of silver the morning-star lay
