Beauty poems
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Three Palinodias.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Beginning, rudely, I admit,
To treat the lady with a text.
To this she hearken'd not at all,
But hasten'd to his principal:
"None are so wise, they say, as you,--
Is not the world enough for two?
The Consecrated Spot.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
WHEN in the dance of the Nymphs, in the moonlight so holy assembled,Mingle the Graces, down from Olympus in secret descending,
Here doth the minstrel hide, and list to their numbers enthralling,Here doth he watch their silent dances' mysterious measure.
All that is glorious in Heaven, and all that the earth in her beautyEver hath brought into life, the dreamer awake sees before him;
All he repeats to the Muses, and lest the gods should be anger'd,How to tell of secrets discreetly, the Muses instruct him. 1789.*
The Sky Watcher
© William Wilfred Campbell
Black rolls the phantom chimney-smoke
Beneath the wintry moon;
Time And The Lady
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
Haste, maiden, haste! the spray has come to budding,
The dawn creeps o'er the heavens gold and fair.
Evening.
© Robert Crawford
The light is drawn out of the leaves and grass,
And the sweet flowers grow pale in the gray air,
As if their beauty's essence e'en did pass
With the departing light from all things fair,
The Two Founts. Stanzas Addressed To A Lady On Her Recovery, With Unblemished Looks, From A Severe A
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
'Twas my last waking thought, how it could be,
That thou, sweet friend, such anguish should'st endure
When straight from Dreamland came a dwarf, and he
Could tell the cause, forsooth, and knew the cure.
The Morning of Love
© Thomas Love Peacock
O! The spring-time of life is the season of blooming,
And the morning of love is the season of joy;
To Anactoria, Who Has Forsaken A Once-Loved Girlfriend Of Sappho
© Sappho
Rushing war-hosts, horsemen or foot or galleys
These doth one call, those doth another, fairest
Two Sunsets
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
In the fair morning of his life,
When his pure heart lay in his breast,
Panting, with all that wild unrest
To plunge into the great world's strife
The Measure of Beauty
© Thomas Campion
Give Beauty all her right,
She's not to one form tied;
Each shape yields fair delight,
Where her perfections bide:
Helen, I grant, might pleasing be,
And Ros'mond was as sweet as she.
The Reckoning.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
LEADER.LET no cares now hover o'er usLet the wine unsparing run!
Wilt thou swell our merry chorus?Hast thou all thy duty done?SOLO.Two young folks--the thing is curious--Loved each other; yesterday
Both quite mild, to-day quite furious,Next day, quite the deuce to pay!
If her neck she there was stooping,He must here needs pull his hair.
The Bride of a Year
© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
She stands in front of her mirror
With bright and joyous air,
Louvain 19
© Robert Laurence Binyon
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But from that blood, those ashes there arose
Not hoped-for terror cowering as it ran,
But divine anger flaming upon those
Defamers of the very name of man,
The Shepherd's Lament.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
ON yonder lofty mountainA thousand times I stand,
And on my staff reclining,Look down on the smiling land.My grazing flocks then I follow,My dog protecting them well;
I find myself in the valley,But how, I scarcely can tell.The whole of the meadow is cover'dWith flowers of beauty rare;
I pluck them, but pluck them unknowingTo whom the offering to bear.In rain and storm and tempest,I tarry beneath the tree,
Thou hast flashed on my sight,
© Alaric Alexander Watts
Thou hast flashed on my sight,
Like a spirit of love,
The Beauteous Flower.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Were I not prison'd here.
My sorrow sore oppresses me,
For when I was at liberty,
Original Preface.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
In addition to those portions of Goethe's poetical works which
are given in this complete form, specimens of the different other
classes of them, such as the Epigrams, Elegies, &c., are added,
as well as a collection of the various Songs found in his Plays,
making a total number of about 400 Poems, embraced in the present
volume.
The Destruction Of Magdeburg.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
[For a fine account of the fearful sack of Magdeburg,
by Tilly, in the year 1613, see SCHILLER's History of the Thirty
Years' War.]
To The Lamented Memory Of F. H. C.
© John Kenyon
Sweet friend, farewell! to whom propitious birth
Gave beautysensethe prosperous goods of earth;
