Beauty poems
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Sonnet XVI: Mongst All the Creatures
© Michael Drayton
An Allusion to the Phoenix'Mongst all the creatures in this spacious round
Of the birds' kind, the Phoenix is alone,
Which best by you of living things is known;
None like to that, none like to you is found.
"I've lost a delicate cameo"
© Osip Emilevich Mandelstam
"I've lost a delicate cameo,
Somewhere on the Neva's shore.
I pity the charming Roman girl,"
You said to me, almost in tears.
Music, In A Foreign Language
© Andrew Crumey
In a cafe, once more I heard
Your voice - those sparse and frugal notes.
Do they not say that you spoke your native Greek
With an English accent?
The Late W. V. Wild, Esq.
© Henry Kendall
SAD FACES came round, and I dreamily said
Though the harp of my country now slumbers,
The Artist's Duty
© Kenneth Patchen
To verify the irrational
To exaggerate all things
To inhibit everyone
To lubricate each proportion
To experience only experience
Recollections of Our Native Valley
© Gerald Griffin
Know ye not that lovely river?
Know ye not that smiling river?
Marriage Bells
© Emma Lazarus
Music and silver chimes and sunlit air,
Freighted with the scent of honeyed orange-flower;
Weary not of us, for we are very beautiful
© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
Weary not of us, for we are very beautiful; it is out of very jealousy and proper pride that we entered the veil.
On the day when we cast of the bodys veil from the soul, you will see that we are the envy of despair of man and the Polestars.
Wash your face and become clean for beholding us, else remain afar, for we are beloveds of ourselves.
We are not that beauty who tomorrow will become a crone; till eternity we are young and heart-comforting and fair of stature.
Absolution II
© Edith Nesbit
UNBIND thine eyes, with thine own soul confer,
Look on the sins that made thy life unclean,
I closed my eyes to creation
© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
I closed my eyes to creation when I beheld his beauty, I became
intoxicated with his beauty and bestowed my soul.
For the sake of Solomons seal I became wax in all my body,
and in order to become illumined I rubbed my wax.
To His Worthy Friend Doctor Witty Upon His Translation Of The Popular Errors
© Andrew Marvell
Sit further, and make room for thine own fame,
Where just desert enrolles thy honour'd Name
The good Interpreter. Some in this task
Take of the Cypress vail, but leave a mask,
The Dryad
© Robert Laurence Binyon
What has the ilex heard,
What has the laurel seen,
That the pale edges of their leaves are stirred?
What spirit stole between?
The Death of Cromwell
© Andrew Marvell
That Providence which had so long the care
Of Cromwell's head, and numbered every hair,
Now in itself (the glass where all appears)
Had seen the period of his golden years:
And thenceforh only did attend to trace
What death might least so fair a life deface.
A Dialogue Between the Resolved Soul, And Created Pleasure
© Andrew Marvell
Soul
I sup above, and cannot stay
To bait so long upon the way.
The Picture Of Little T.C. In A Prospect Of Flowers
© Andrew Marvell
See with what simplicity
This Nimph begins her golden daies!
In the green Grass she loves to lie,
And there with her fair Aspect tames
A Poem Upon The Death Of O.C.
© Andrew Marvell
That Providence which had so long the care
Of Cromwell's head, and numbred ev'ry hair,
Now in its self (the Glass where all appears)
Had seen the period of his golden Years:
Her Glass.
© Robert Crawford
Her glass yet holds, or seems to hold her!
But now she visioned herself here;
Her glass spoke truth, and fondly told her
What a man might, a man's lips near
From the Commemoration Ode
© Harriet Monroe
WASHINGTON
WHEN dreaming kings, at odds with swift paced time,
Last Instructions to a Painter
© Andrew Marvell
Here, Painter, rest a little, and survey
With what small arts the public game they play.
For so too Rubens, with affairs of state,
His labouring pencil oft would recreate.
Damon The Mower
© Andrew Marvell
Heark how the Mower Damon Sung,
With love of Juliana stung!
While ev'ry thing did seem to paint
The Scene more fit for his complaint.
