Beauty poems
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The Land Of Illusion
© Madison Julius Cawein
So we had come at last, my soul and I,
Into that land of shadowy plain and peak,
On which the dawn seemed ever about to break
On which the day seemed ever about to die.
Her Portrait
© Francis Thompson
Oh, but the heavenly grammar did I hold
Of that high speech which angels' tongues turn gold!
Henry And Emma. A Poem.
© Matthew Prior
Where beauteous Isis and her husband Thame
With mingled waves for ever flow the same,
In times of yore an ancient baron lived,
Great gifts bestowed, and great respect received.
Sonnet XXXVII.
© Charlotte Turner Smith
SENT TO THE HON. MRS. O'NEILL, WITH
PAINTED FLOWERS.
The poet's fancy takes from Flora's realm
Her buds and leaves to dress fictitious powers,
Sonnets LVI:LVII: LVIII: True Woman
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
I. HERSELF
To be a sweetness more desired than Spring;
"Every planet above, and every star"
© Gaspara Stampa
Venus beauty too, and gentleness,
Mercury eloquence, but then the moon
Made him too cold for me, in iciness.
Each of these graces, each rare boon,
Make me burn for his fierce brightness,
And yet he freezes, through that one alone.
Paracelsus: Part II: Paracelsus Attains
© Robert Browning
Ay, my brave chronicler, and this same hour
As well as any: now, let my time be!
To the Old Gods
© Muriel Stuart
O YE, who rode the gales of Sicily,
Sandalled with flame,
Spread on the pirate winds; o ye who broke
No wind-flower as ye came-
Though Pelion shivered when the thunder spoke
The gods' decree!-
Addressed To Miss Macartney, Afterwards Mrs. Greville, On Reading The Prayer For Indifference
© William Cowper
And dwells there in a female heart,
By bounteous heaven design'd
The choicest raptures to impact,
To feel the most refined;
Satyr X. Colin
© Thomas Parnell
Divine Orinda now my labours crown
& if my voice or harp have glory won
Thine was the influence thine the glory be
Thee Colin loves & loves thy sex for thee
To The Spring
© Frances Anne Kemble
Hail to thee, spirit of hope! whom men call Spring;
Youngest and fairest of the four, who guide
An Epistle To William Hogarth
© Charles Churchill
Amongst the sons of men how few are known
Who dare be just to merit not their own!
The Tower Of Famine
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
Amid the desolation of a city,
Which was the cradle, and is now the grave
Of an extinguished people,so that Pity
Earth Voices
© Bliss William Carman
"Across the sleeping furrows
I call the buried seed,
And blade and bud and blossom
Awaken at my need.
Address To Kilchurn Castle, Upon Loch Awe
© William Wordsworth
CHILD of loud-throated War! the mountain Stream
Roars in thy hearing; but thy hour of rest
Life Or Death?
© George MacDonald
Is there a secret Joy, that may not weep,
For every flower that ends its little span,
"For Beauty Being the Best of All We Know"
© Robert Seymour Bridges
For beauty being the best of all we know
Sums up the unsearchable and secret aims
A Pastoral Ode. To the Hon. Sir Richard Lyttleton
© William Shenstone
The morn dispensed a dubious light,
A sudden mist had stolen from sight
Each pleasing vale and hill;
When Damon left his humble bowers,
To guard his flocks, to fence his flowers,
Or check his wandering rill.
The Model
© Harriet Monroe
Have you forgottenyou, the chief,
The art-director, president,
What not, of the establishment
Forgot how for a moment brief
The whole show, all our strife and stir,
Went outfor her?
