Beauty poems
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Earths Moments Of Gloom
© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
Liftlift up thy sinking heart, pilgrim of life!
A sure spell there is for thy spirits sad strife;
Tis not to be found in the well-springs of earth,
Oh! no, tis of higher and holier birth.
Dives In Torment
© Robert Norwood
THIS was my failure, who thought that the feast
Rivalled the rapture of bird on the wing;
Rivalled the lily all robed like a priest;
Smoke of the pollen when Rose-censers swing.
Student-Song
© John Hay
When Youth's warm heart beats high, my friend,
And Youth's blue sky is bright,
The Duellist - Book I
© Charles Churchill
The clock struck twelve; o'er half the globe
Darkness had spread her pitchy robe:
Pauline Pavlovna
© Thomas Bailey Aldrich
Ah! your heart said that?
You trust your heart, then! 'T is a serious risk!-
How is it you and others wear no mask?
HE.
Tale
© Arthur Rimbaud
The Prince and the Genie annihilated each other probably in essential health.
How could they have helped dying of it?
Together then they died.
But this Prince died in his palace at an ordinary age,
the Prince was the Genie, the Genie was the Prince.--
There is no sovereign music for our desire.
Praise Of Colonus (From "Oedipus At Colonus")
© Sophocles
STRANGER, thou art standing now
On Colonus' sparry brow;
A Tryst
© Celia Thaxter
From out the desolation of the North
An iceberg took it away,
From its detaining comrades breaking forth,
And traveling night and day.
Love And Death
© Giacomo Leopardi
Children of Fate, in the same breath
Created were they, Love and Death.
Earlier Poems : Woods In Winter
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
When winter winds are piercing chill,
And through the hawthorn blows the gale,
With solemn feet I tread the hill,
That overbrows the lonely vale.
An Instance Of Dyspepsia
© Eli Siegel
I
There is a man of fifty-four years;
He has dyspepsia, it appears;
He chooses his food carefully,
Youth and June
© Jean Blewett
I was your lover long ago, sweet June,
Ere life grew hard; I am your lover still,
Pentucket
© John Greenleaf Whittier
Quiet and calm without a fear,
Of danger darkly lurking near,
The weary laborer left his plough,
The milkmaid carolled by her cow;
From cottage door and household hearth
Rose songs of praise, or tones of mirth.
A Married Coquette
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Sit still, I say, and dispense with heroics!
I hurt your wrists? Well, you have hurt me.
Centennial
© John Hay
A hundred times the bells of Brown
Have rung to sleep the idle summers,
And still to-day clangs clamoring down
A greeting to the welcome comers.
The Flight of Peace
© Charles Harpur
TRUST and Treachery, Wisdom, Folly,
Madness, Mirth and Melancholy,
Love and Hatred, Thrift and Pillage,
All are housed in one small village.
Greeks
© Gamaliel Bradford
You really can't imagine how I love the ancient Greeks.
I love the dancing language where their mobile spirit speaks.
I love the songs of Homer, flowing on like streams of light,
With a touch of human kindness in the splendid shock of fight.
