Beauty poems
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275. SongThe Laddies dear sel
© Robert Burns
THERES a youth in this city, it were a great pity
That he from our lassies should wander awa;
For hes bonie and braw, weel-favord witha,
An his hair has a natural buckle an a.
Astrophel And Stella-Fourth Song
© Sir Philip Sidney
Only joy, now here you are,
Fit to hear and ease my care:
Let my whispering voice obtain
Sweet reward for sharpest pain.
Take me to thee, and thee to me.
"No, no, no, no, my dear, let be."
230. The Fête Champêtre
© Robert Burns
Note 1. James Boswell, the biographer of Dr. Johnson. [back]
Note 2. Sir John Whitefoord, then residing at Cloncaird or Glencaird. [back]
Note 3. William Cunninghame, Esq., of Annbank and Enterkin. [back]
Ode to Simplicity
© William Taylor Collins
O thou, by Nature taught
To breathe her genuine thought
In numbers warmly pure, and sweetly strong;
Who first on mountains wild,
In Fancy, loveliest child,
Thy babe, or Pleasure's, nurs'd the pow'rs of song!
157. Prologue, spoken by Mr. Woods at Edinburgh
© Robert Burns
WHEN, by a generous Publics kind acclaim,
That dearest meed is grantedhonest fame;
Waen here your favour is the actors lot,
Nor even the man in private life forgot;
145. SongYon Wild Mossy Mountains
© Robert Burns
YON wild mossy mountains sae lofty and wide,
That nurse in their bosom the youth o the Clyde,
Where the grouse lead their coveys thro the heather to feed,
And the shepherd tends his flock as he pipes on his reed.
487. The Lovers Morning Salute to his Mistress
© Robert Burns
SLEEPST thou, or wakst thou, fairest creature?
Rosy morn now lifts his eye,
Numbering ilka bud which Nature
Waters wi the tears o joy.
Sonnet: Ypres
© Robert Laurence Binyon
She was a city of patience; of proud name,
Dimmed by neglecting Time; of beauty and loss;
Of acquiescence in the creeping moss.
But on a sudden fierce destruction came
46. The Belles of Mauchline
© Robert Burns
IN Mauchline there dwells six proper young belles,
The pride of the place and its neighbourhood a;
Their carriage and dress, a stranger would guess,
In Lonon or Paris, theyd gotten it a.
Finality
© Charles Harpur
A HEAVY and desolate sense of life
Is all the Past makes mineand still
A cold contempt of Fortunes strife,
Despite the dread
Of want of bread,
Numbs, clogs like ice, my weary will.
The Dream Of The World Without Death
© William Cosmo Monkhouse
NOW, sitting by her side, worn out with weeping,
Behold, I fell to sleep, and had a vision,
April Thoughts
© Edgar Albert Guest
Listen to the laughter of the brook that's racin' by!
Listen to the chatter of the black-birds on the fence!
To A Woman Seen In Sleep
© Arthur Symons
Once seen, immortal, seen but; in a dream,
Unveiling that: white swiftness to the feet,
With pride of maiden shame,
I have beheld the youth of Beauty gleam,
August, and passionately sweet,
And shining as clear flame.
400. SongLovely young Jessie
© Robert Burns
TRUE hearted was he, the sad swain o the Yarrow,
And fair are the maids on the banks of the Ayr;
But by the sweet side o the Niths winding river,
Are lovers as faithful, and maidens as fair:
