Beauty poems
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Phenomena
© Robinson Jeffers
Great-enough both accepts and subdues; the great frame takes
all creatures;
The Widow Of Crescentius : Part I.
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
'Midst Tivoli's luxuriant glades,
Bright-foaming falls, and olive shades,
The Sleepers
© Robert Laurence Binyon
As a swallow that sits on the roof,
I gaze on the world aloof;
In the silence, when men lie sleeping,
I hear the noise of weeping:
Yesterday and Today XII
© Khalil Gibran
The gold-hoarder walked in his palace park and with him walked his troubles
Ultima Thule: Robert Burns
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
I see amid the fields of Ayr
A ploughman, who, in foul and fair,
Sings at his task
So clear, we know not if it is
The laverock's song we hear, or his,
Nor care to ask.
Vision X
© Khalil Gibran
There in the middle of the field, by the side of a crystalline stream, I saw a bird-cage whose rods and hinges were fashioned by an expert's hands
The Poet VIII
© Khalil Gibran
He is a link between this and the coming world.
He is
A pure spring from which all thirsty souls may drink.
The Playground of Life XIX
© Khalil Gibran
One hour devoted to the pursuit of Beauty
And Love is worth a full century of glory
Given by the frightened weak to the strong.
A Jewish Family In A Small Valley Opposite St. Goar, Upon The Rhine
© William Wordsworth
GENIUS of Raphael! if thy wings
Might bear thee to this glen,
The House of Fortune III
© Khalil Gibran
My wearied heart bade me farewell and left for the House of Fortune
The Heroic Enthusiasts - Part The Second =Fourth Dialogue=.
© Giordano Bruno
SEV. You will see the origin of the nine blind men, who state nine
reasons and special causes of their blindness, and yet they all agree in
one general reason and one common enthusiasm.
The Beauty of Death XIV
© Khalil Gibran
Let me rest in the arms of Slumber, for my open eyes are tired;
Let the silver-stringed lyre quiver and soothe my spirit;
Weave from the harp and lute a veil around my withering heart.
Deptford
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Well is it, shrouded Sun, thou spar'st no ray
To illumine this sad street! A light more bare
Would but discover more this bald array
Of roofs dejected, window patched that stare
Song of Love XXIV
© Khalil Gibran
I am the lover's eyes, and the spirit's
Wine, and the heart's nourishment.
I am a rose. My heart opens at dawn and
The virgin kisses me and places me
Upon her breast.
Song of Fortune VI
© Khalil Gibran
I call for him with the voice of
Knowledge and the song of Wisdom.
He does not hearken, for Substance
Has enticed him into the dungeon
Of selfishness, where avarice dwells.
Peace XVIII
© Khalil Gibran
The tempest calmed after bending the branches of the trees and leaning heavily upon the grain in the field
