Beauty poems
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The Serenade
© William Cullen Bryant
If slumber, sweet Lisena!
Have stolen o'er thine eyes,
As night steals o'er the glory
Of spring's transparent skies;
Phantasy
© George Meredith
Within a Temple of the Toes,
Where twirled the passionate Wili,
I saw full many a market rose,
And sighed for my village lily.
The Speeches of Sloth and Virtue
© William Shenstone
[Upon the Plan of Xenophen's Judgment of Hercules]
SLOTH
Aurora Leigh: Book One
© Elizabeth Barrett Browning
I, alas,
A wild bird scarcely fledged, was brought to her cage,
And she was there to meet me. Very kind.
Bring the clean water, give out the fresh seed.
The Might Have Been
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
ONCE in the twilight hour there stole on me
A strange, sweet spirit! In her tender eyes
Shone a far beauty, like the morning skies,
And tranquil was she as a summer sea;
Eurunderee [Pt 1]
© Henry Lawson
There are scenes in the distance where beauty is not,
On the desolate flats where gaunt appletrees rot.
Where the brooding old ridge rises up to the breeze
From his dark lonely gullies of stringy-bark trees,
There are voice-haunted gaps, ever sullen and strange,
But Eurunderee lies like a gem in the range.
Summer Images
© John Clare
Now swarthy Summer, by rude health embrowned,
Precedence takes of rosy fingered Spring;
An Ode Of Congratulation
© Confucius
The russet pear-tree stands there all alone;
How bright the growth of fruit upon it shown!
Sonnet: Oh! How I Love, On A Fair Summer's Eve
© John Keats
Oh! how I love, on a fair summer's eve,
When streams of light pour down the golden west,
The Balance Wheel
© Anne Sexton
Where I waved at the sky
And waited your love through a February sleep,
I saw birds swinging in, watched them multiply
Into a tree, weaving on a branch, cradling a keep
A Destiny
© Caroline Norton
And his two sons in careless beauty grew,
Like wild-flowers in his path: he mark'd them not,
Nor reck'd he what they needed, learnt, or knew,
Or what might be on earth their future lot;
But they died young--which is a thought of rest!
Unscorn'd, untempted, undefiled--so best.
Patmos
© Friedrich Hölderlin
The god
Is near, and hard to grasp.
But where there is danger,
A rescuing element grows as well.
Sonnet 62: "Sin of self-love possesseth all mine eye..."
© William Shakespeare
Sin of self-love possesseth all mine eye,
And all my soul, and all my every part;
The Break Away
© Anne Sexton
I pray it will know truth,
if truth catches in its cup
and yet I pray, as a child would,
that the surgery take.
To A Proud Beauty
© Adam Lindsay Gordon
"A Valentine"
Though I have loved you well, I ween,
And you, too, fancied me,
Your heart hath too divided been
Lines. "Upon the altar of my life there lies"
© Frances Anne Kemble
Upon the altar of my life there lies
A costly offering: its price I know;
The Room Of My Life
© Anne Sexton
Here,
in the room of my life
the objects keep changing.
Ashtrays to cry into,
