Beauty poems

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Wandering Singers

© Sarojini Naidu

WHERE the voice of the wind calls our wandering feet,

Through echoing forest and echoing street,

Sonnet III: Turn to Yon Vale Beneath

© Mary Darby Robinson

Turn to yon vale beneath, whose tangled shade
Excludes the blazing torch of noon-day light,
Where sportive Fawns, and dimpled Loves invite,
The bow'r of Pleasure opens to the glade:

Blackmwore Maidens

© William Barnes

THE PRIMRWOSE in the shade do blow,
The cowslip in the zun,
The thyme upon the down do grow,
The clote where streams do run;

But, if thy magic pow'rs impart
One soft sensation to the heart,
If thy warm precepts can dispense
One thrilling transport o'er my sense;
Oh! keep thy gifts, and let me fly,
In APATHY's cold arms to die.

Anactoria

© Algernon Charles Swinburne

MY LIFE is bitter with thy love; thine eyes

Blind me, thy tresses burn me, thy sharp sighs

Ode to Reflection

© Mary Darby Robinson

O, tell me, what are life's best joys?
Are they not visions that decay,
Sweet honey'd poisons, gilded toys,
Vain glitt'ring baubles of a day?
O say what shadow do they leave behind,
Save the sad vacuum of the sated mind?

Ode to Envy

© Mary Darby Robinson

Deep in th' abyss where frantic horror bides,
In thickest mists of vapours fell,
Where wily Serpents hissing glare
And the dark Demon of Revenge resides,

How The Helpmate Of Blue-Beard Made Free With A Door

© Guy Wetmore Carryl

The Moral: Wives, we must allow,
Who to their husbands will not bow,
A stern and dreadful lesson learn
When, as you've read, they 're cut in turn.

Ode to Eloquence

© Mary Darby Robinson

Oft, by thy thrilling voice subdued,
The meagre fiend INGRATITUDE
Her treach'rous fang conceals;
Pale ENVY hides her forked sting;
And CALUMNY, beneath the wing
Of dark oblivion steals.

Ode to Beauty

© Mary Darby Robinson

EXULTING BEAUTY,phantom of an hour,
Whose magic spells enchain the heart,
Ah ! what avails thy fascinating pow'r,
Thy thrilling smile, thy witching art ?

Monody to the Memory of Chatterton

© Mary Darby Robinson

Chill penury repress'd his noble rage,
And froze the genial current of his soul.
GRAY.

Mistress Gurton's Cat

© Mary Darby Robinson

Thus, often, we with anguish sore
The dead , in clam'rous grief deplore;
Who, were they once alive again
Would meet the sting of cold disdain!
For FRIENDS, whom trifling faults can sever,
Are valued most , WHEN LOST FOR EVER!

Lines on Hearing it Declared that No Women Were So Handsome as the English

© Mary Darby Robinson

ITALIA boasts the melting fair,
The pointed step, the haughty air,
Th' empassion'd tone, the languid eye,
The song of thrilling harmony;
Insidious LOVE conceal'd in smiles
That charmsand as it charms beguiles.

Life

"What is this world?thy school, O misery!
"Our only lesson is to learn to suffer." - YOUNG.
LOVE, thou sportive fickle boy,
Source of anguish, child of joy,

To Mrs. Dulaney

What was thine errand here?

Thy beauty was more exquisite than aught

Edmund's Wedding

By the side of the brook, where the willow is waving
Why sits the wan Youth, in his wedding-suit gay!
Now sighing so deeply, now frantickly raving
Beneath the pale light of the moon's sickly ray.

Cupid Sleeping

[Inscribed to Her Grace the Duchess of Devonshire.]
CLOSE in a woodbine's tangled shade,
The BLOOMING GOD asleep was laid;
His brows with mossy roses crown'd;