Beauty poems
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The Minstrel ; Or, The Progress Of Genius - Book II.
© James Beattie
I.
Of chance or change O let not man complain,
Else shall he never never cease to wail:
For, from the imperial dome, to where the swain
Birthday Wishes to a Physician
© Lizelia Augusta Jenkins Moorer
Music ringing,
On the air,
Flowers springing
Everywhere.
The Girl He Left Behind
© Edgar Albert Guest
We used to think her frivolousyou know how
parents are,
The Nightingale
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
WHEN twilight's grey and pensive hour
Brings the low breeze, and shuts the flower,
And bids the solitary star
Shine in pale beauty from afar;
Let Us Fly!
© Alfred Austin
Giacomo! back to the stable;
I shan't want the horses to-night.
And see you be gentle with Mabel;
It is not her temper, but fright.
Soft and warm, deep and broad, be her litter,
And her mane most caressingly curled.
After Reading J. T. Gilberts "The History Of Dublin."
© Denis Florence MacCarthy
Long have I loved the beauty of thy streets,
Fair Dublin: long, with unavailing vows,
Dreamlight
© Leon Gellert
Oh, I am lonely by a desert palm,
And dreaming, dreaming on the sands of thought
Oh, come to me from out the voiceless calm,
And teach me what the Nile has left untaught.
Saul And David
© Richard Monckton Milnes
``An evil spirit lieth on our King!''
So went the wailful tale up Israel,
From Gilgal unto Gibeah; town and camp
Caught the sad fame that spread like pestilence,
Daily, Daily, Sing The Praises
© Sabine Baring-Gould
Daily, daily, sing the praises
Of the city God hath made;
In the beauteous fields of Eden
Its foundation stones are laid.
An Oriental Apologue
© James Russell Lowell
Somewhere in India, upon a time,
(Read it not Injah, or you spoil the verse,)
The Oriental Nosegay. By Pickersgill
© Letitia Elizabeth Landon
Beautiful language! Love's peculiar, own,
But only to the spring and summer known.
Ah! little marvel in such clime and age
As that of our too earth-bound pilgrimage,
That we should daily hear that love is fled,
And hope grown pale, and lighted feelings dead.
The Double Transformation, A Tale
© Oliver Goldsmith
Secluded from domestic strife,
Jack Book-worm led a college life;
A fellowship at twenty-five
Made him the happiest man alive;
He drank his glass and crack'd his joke,
And freshmen wonder'd as he spoke.
Lines To A Withered Leaf Seen On A Poet's Table
© Jones Very
Poet's hand has placed thee there,
Autumn's brown and withered scroll!
Though to outward eye not fair,
Thou hast beauty for the soul,
To Revery
© Madison Julius Cawein
What ogive gates from gold of Ophir wrought,
What walls of bastioned Parian, lucid rose,
To-morrow I'm Losing My Darling
© Anonymous
CHORUS
Oh, bother the missus, and bother her tongue,
And bother her snapping and snarling;
Through wagging her jaws, without any cause,
To-morrow I'm losing my darling.
Ode for a Master Mariner Ashore
© Louise Imogen Guiney
THERE in his room, wheneer the moon looks in,
And silvers now a shell, and now a fin,
Poem At The Centennial Anniversary Dinner Of The Massachusetts Medical Society
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
Each has his gifts, his losses and his gains,
Each his own share of pleasures and of pains;
No life-long aim with steadfast eye pursued
Finds a smooth pathway all with roses strewed;
Trouble belongs to man of woman born,--
Tread where he may, his foot will find its thorn.
Roses Only
© Marianne Clarke Moore
You do not seem to realize that beauty is a liability rather
than
