Beauty poems
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Ars Longa, Vita Brevis
© Christopher Pearse Cranch
I STARTED on a lonely road.
A few companions with me went.
Some fell behind, some forward strode,
But all on one high purpose bent:
Song: My Days Have Been So Wondrous Free
© Thomas Parnell
My days have been so wondrous free,
The little birds that fly
With careless ease from tree to tree,
Were but as bless'd as I.
A Poet's Soliloquy
© Christopher Pearse Cranch
ON a time not of old
When a poet had sent out his soul and no welcome had found
Where the heart of the nation in prose stood fettered and bound
In fold upon fold
He called back his soul who had pined for an answer afloat;
And thus in the silence of night and the pride of his spirit he wrote.
A More Ancient Mariner
© Bliss William Carman
The swarthy bee is a buccaneer,
A burly velveted rover,
Who loves the booming wind in his ear
As he sails the seas of clover.
The Song Of Songs
© Madison Julius Cawein
I HEARD a Spirit singing as, beyond the morning winging,
Its radiant form went swinging like a star:
In its song prophetic voices mixed their sounds with trumpet-noises,
As when, loud, the World rejoices after war.
Heliodorus In The Temple
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
A sound of woe in Salem! - mournful cries
Rose from her dwellings - youthful cheeks were pale,
Tears flowing fast from dim and aged eyes,
And voices mingling in tumultuous wail;
Hands raised to heaven in agony of prayer,
And powerless wrath, and terror, and despair.
The Glowworm
© Madison Julius Cawein
How long had I sat there and had not beheld
The gleam of the glow-worm till something compelled!...
The Portrait
© Madison Julius Cawein
In some quaint Nurnberg maler-atelier
Uprummaged. When and where was never clear
The Aeneid of Virgil: Book 4
© Publius Vergilius Maro
BUT anxious cares already seizd the queen:
She fed within her veins a flame unseen;
Out For A Walk
© Friedrich Hölderlin
The margins of the forest are beautiful,
as if painted onto the green slopes.
Nature And the Book
© Alfred Austin
I closed the book. The summer shower
In smiling dimples ebbed away,
But still on leaf, and blade, and flower,
The fallen raindrops glistening lay.
Ginevra
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
THE DIRGE.
Old winter was gone
In his weakness back to the mountains hoar,
And the spring came down
From the planet that hovers upon the shore
Satyr V. Verse
© Thomas Parnell
Thou soft Engager of my tender years
Divertive verse now come & ease my cares
Rizpah
© William Cullen Bryant
And he delivered them into the hands of the Gibeonites, and they
hanged them in the hill before the Lord; and they fell all seven
together, and were put to death in the days of the harvest, in the
first days, in the beginning of barley-harvest.
Deity
© Madison Julius Cawein
No personal; a God divinely crowned
With gold and raised upon a golden throne
Deep in a golden glory, whence he nods
Man this or that--and little more than man!
The Beauteous Flower - Son Of The Imprisioned Count
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Were I not prison'd here.
My sorrow sore oppresses me,
For when I was at liberty,
The Moon And Sea
© George Darley
Whilst the moon decks herself in Neptune's glass
And ponders over her image in the sea,
Love
© James Russell Lowell
Our love is not a fading earthly flower:
Its wingèd seed dropped down from Paradise,
A Hymn of The Sea
© William Cullen Bryant
The sea is mighty, but a mightier sways
His restless billows. Thou, whose hands have scooped
