Beauty poems
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To A Wealthy Man Who Promised A Second Subscription To The Dublin Municipal Gallery If It Were Prove
© William Butler Yeats
You gave, but will not give again
Until enough of paudeen's pence
Heroic Poem in Praise of Wine
© Hilaire Belloc
But since I would not, since I could not stay,
Let me remember even in this my day
How, when the ephemeral vision's lure is past
All, all, must face their Passion at the last
Worth Forest
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Come, Prudence, you have done enough to--day--
The worst is over, and some hours of play
We both have earned, even more than rest, from toil;
Our minds need laughter, as a spent lamp oil,
In a Lady's Album
© Marcus Clarke
WHAT can I write in thee, O dainty book,
About whose daintiness faint perfume lingers
Ye Old Mule
© Sir Thomas Wyatt
Ye old mule that think yourself so fair,
Leave off with craft your beauty to repair,
For it is true, without any fable,
No man setteth more by riding in your saddle.
Too much travail so do your train appair.
Ye old mule
My Lute Awake
© Sir Thomas Wyatt
My lute awake! perform the lastLabour that thou and I shall waste,And end that I have now begun;For when this song is sung and past,My lute be still, for I have done.
To Stella Visiting Me in My Sickness
© Jonathan Swift
Pallas, observing Stella's wit
Was more than for her sex was fit,
And that her beauty, soon or late,
Might breed confusion in the state,
The After-Glow
© Coventry Kersey Dighton Patmore
Suspicion's playful counterfeit
Begot your question strange:
The Northern Spring
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
WHEN the soft breath of Spring goes forth
Far o'er the mountains of the North,
How soon those wastes of dazzling snow
With life, and bloom, and beauty glow.
The Sicilian Captive
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
The champions had come from their fields of war,
Over the crests of the billows far,
They had brought back the spoils of a hundred shores,
Where the deep had foam'd to their flashing oars.
Advent Hymn
© Ada Cambridge
Another mile-a year
Pass'd by for ever! And the warnings swell
From upper heaven to darkest depths of hell,-
O we are drawing near!
A Sonnet dedicated to Sir George Gipps
© Charles Harpur
My country! I am sore at heart for thee!
An in mine ear, like a storm-heralding breeze,
The Seekers
© John Masefield
Friends and loves we have none, nor wealth nor blessed abode,
But the hope of the City of God at the other end of the road.
Tease
© David Herbert Lawrence
I will give you all my keys,
You shall be my ch?telaine,
You shall enter as you please,
As you please shall go again.
King Solomon And The Queen Of Sheba
© Vachel Lindsay
[The mens leader rises as he sees the Queen unveiling
and approaching a position that gives her half of the stage.]
Time to Be Wise
© Walter Savage Landor
YES; I write verses now and then,
But blunt and flaccid is my pen,
No longer talkd of by young men
As rather clever;
Music
© Henry Van Dyke
O lead me by the hand,
And let my heart have rest,
And bring me back to childhood land,
To find again the long-lost band
Of playmates blithe and blest.
A Love Song
© David Herbert Lawrence
Reject me not if I should say to you
I do forget the sounding of your voice,
I do forget your eyes that searching through
The mists perceive our marriage, and rejoice.
