Beauty poems
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Verses by Lady Geralda
© Anne Brontë
Its sound was music then to me;
Its wild and lofty voice
Made by heart beat exultingly
And my whole soul rejoice.
The Elder's Rebuke
© Emily Jane Brontë
"Listen! When your hair, like mine,
Takes a tint of silver gray;
When your eyes, with dimmer shine,
Watch life's bubbles float away:
Retaliation: A Poem
© Oliver Goldsmith
What pity, alas! that so lib'ral a mind
Should so long be to news-paper essays confin'd;
Who perhaps to the summit of science could soar,
Yet content 'if the table he set on a roar';
Whose talents to fill any station were fit,
Yet happy if Woodfall confess'd him a wit.
O Beauty, Passing Beauty!
© Alfred Tennyson
O beauty, passing beauty! Sweetest sweet!
How can thou let me waste my youth in sighs?
Fragment XI
© James Macpherson
The boat is broken in twain by the
waves. Armor plunges into the sea, to
rescue his Daura or die. Sudden a blast
from the hill comes over the waves.
He sunk, and he rose no more.
The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part IV: Vita Nova: XCVIII
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
SONNET IN ASSONANCE
A thousand bluebells blossom in the wood,
Shut in a tangled brake of briar roses,
And guarded well from every wanton foot,
Villon
© Basil Bunting
He whom we anatomized
whose words we gathered as pleasant flowers
and thought on his wit and how neatly he described things
speaks
to us, hatching marrow,
broody all night over the bones of a deadman.
PARADOX. That it is best for a Young Maid to marry an Old Man
© Henry King
Fair one, why cannot you an old man love?
He may as useful, and more constant prove.
Experience shews you that maturer years
Are a security against those fears
A Poem Dedicated To The Memory Of The Late Learned And Eminent Mr. William Law, Professor Of Philoso
© Robert Blair
In silence to suppress my griefs I've tried,
And kept within its banks the swelling tide!
But all in vain: unbidden numbers flow;
Spite of myself my sorrows vocal grow.
The Foolish Old Man
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
All silent he for a year and a day
All lone with his rage and sorrow,
Then he spoke his wrath, "Too long I stay,
I will seek their roof to-morrow."
When I First Put This Uniform On
© William Schwenck Gilbert
When I first put this uniform on,
I said, as I looked in the glass,
On The Brink
© Charles Stuart Calverley
I watch'd her as she stoopd to pluck
A wild flower in her hair to twine;
The Heroic Enthusiasts - Part The Second =Second Dialogue=
© Giordano Bruno
MARICONDO. Here you see a flaming yoke enveloped in knots round which is
written: Levius aura; which means that Divine love does not weigh down,
nor carry his servant captive and enslaved to the lowest depths, but
raises him, supports him and magnifies him above all liberty whatsoever.
The Ring And The Book - Chapter IX - Juris Doctor Johannes-Baptista Bottinius
© Robert Browning
Thus
Would I defend the step,were the thing true
Which is a fable,see my former speech,
That Guido slept (who never slept a wink)
Through treachery, an opiate from his wife,
Who not so much as knew what opiates mean.
Metamorphoses: Book The First
© Ovid
OF bodies chang'd to various forms, I sing:
Ye Gods, from whom these miracles did spring,
Inspire my numbers with coelestial heat;
'Till I my long laborious work compleat:
The Angel In The House. Book I. Canto X.
© Coventry Kersey Dighton Patmore
II The Devices
Love, kiss'd by Wisdom, wakes twice Love,
And Wisdom is, thro' loving, wise.
Let Dove and Snake, and Snake and Dove,
This Wisdom's be, that Love's device.
The Heroic Enthusiasts - Part The First =Second Dialogue.=
© Giordano Bruno
Now begins the enthusiast to display the affections and uncover the
wounds which are for a sign in his body, and in substance or essence in
his soul, and he says thus:
"Pent in this common sphere"
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
PENT in this common sphere of sensual shows,
I pine for beauty; beauty of fresh mien,
And gentle utterance, and the charm serene,
Wherewith the hue of mystic dream-land glows;
Moly
© Madison Julius Cawein
And these things then shall keep me company:
The elfins of the dew; the spirit of laughter
Who haunts the wind; the god of melody
Who sings within the stream, that reaches after
