Beauty poems

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Shakespeare's Sonnets: For shame deny that thou bear'st love to any

© William Shakespeare

For shame deny that thou bear'st love to any,Who for thy self art so unprovident

Shakespeare's Sonnets: Devouring time, blunt thou the lion's paws

Devouring time, blunt thou the lion's pawsAnd make the earth devour her own sweet brood,Pluck the keen teeth from the fierce tiger's jawsAnd burn the long-liv'd phoenix in her blood,Make glad and sorry seasons as thou fleet'st,And do what e'er thou wilt, swift-footed time,To the wide world and all her fading sweets:But I forbid thee one most heinous crime,O carve not with thy hours my love's fair brow,Nor draw no lines there with thine antique pen,Him in thy course untainted do allowFor beauty's pattern to succeeding men

Shakespeare's Sonnets: As fast as thou shalt wane, so fast thou grow'st

© William Shakespeare

As fast as thou shalt wane, so fast thou grow'stIn one of thine, from that which thou depart'st,And that fresh blood which youngly thou bestow'stThou may'st call thine, when thou from youth convert'st;Herein lives wisdom, beauty, and increase,Without this, folly, age, and cold decay;If all were minded so, the times should cease,And threescore year would make the world away:Let those whom nature hath not made for store,Harsh, featureless, and rude, barrenly perish;Look whom she best endow'd, she gave the more,Which bount'ous gift thou should'st in bounty cherish

Shakespeare's Sonnets: As a decrepit father takes delight

© William Shakespeare

As a decrepit father takes delightTo see his active child do deeds of youthSo I, made lame by fortune's dearest spite,Take all my comfort of thy worth and truth

Shakespeare's Sonnets: Ah, wherefore with infection should he live

© William Shakespeare

Ah, wherefore with infection should he liveAnd with his presence grace impietyThat sin by him advantage should achieveAnd lace it self with his society?Why should false painting imitate his cheekAnd steal dead seeing of his living hue?Why should poor beauty indirectly seekRoses of shadow since his rose is true?Why should he live, now nature bankrupt is,Begger'd of blood to blush through lively veins,For she hath no exchequer now but his,And proud of many, lives upon his gains? O him she stores, to show what wealth she had, In days long since, before these last so bad

A Midsummer Night's Dream (excerpts): Lovers and mad men have such seething brains

© William Shakespeare

Lovers and mad men have such seething brains,Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend moreThan cool reason ever comprehends

Shakespeare's Sonnets: Against my love shall be as I am now

© William Shakespeare

Against my love shall be as I am nowWith time's injurious hand crush't and o'er-worn,When hours have drain'd his blood and fill'd his browWith lines and wrinkles, when his youthful mornHath travail'd on to age's steepy night,And all those beauties whereof now he's kingAre vanishing, or vanish't out of sight,Stealing away the treasure of his spring

A New Profession

© Seaman Owen

My hopeless boy! when I compare (Claiming a father's right to do so)Your hollow brain, your vacuous air,With all the time, and wealth and care Lavished upon your mental trousseau;

Night Club

© Scott Francis Reginald

The girls, brighter than wine, are clothed and naked.They pose in abandon by the pools of their laughter.One man is with them, but all, all are invitedTo the short-term ceremony--and something after.

My Amoeba Is Unaware

© Scott Francis Reginald

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Rockall

© Sargent Epes

Pale ocean rock! that, like a phantom shape,Or some mysterious spirit's tenement,Risest amid this weltering waste of waves,Lonely and desolate, thy spreading baseIs planted in the sea's unmeasured depths,Where rolls the huge leviathan o'er sandsGlistening with shipwrecked treasures

The Mirror for Magistrates: The Induction

© Thomas Sackville

The wrathful winter, 'proaching on apace,With blustering blasts had all ybar'd the treen,And old Saturnus, with his frosty face,With chilling cold had pierc'd the tender green;The mantles rent, wherein enwrapped been The gladsome groves that now lay overthrown, The tapets torn, and every bloom down blown

Flight into Reality

Dedicated to the memory of my best friend Georgina, (1942-74)and to her husband Alex Burns and their childrenNulles laides amours ne belles prison -Lord Herbert of Cherbury

Beauty's Helicon

I've had practice with sleeping with those who do not please me,I've had oceans of despair in my cup of pain,I do not try to please who do not please me,They cause storms, and trigger fissures in the brain,

So when I know my true love by his hand,I'll set in stone my long list of his beauty,Release into the air the demons of that bandWho say the ugly are forgetful of their duty,

To live a life of honour, but not lust,To be the clerk of passion, and its ways,To write the bibliographies in dust,To caption beauty in the prison of their days,

As my true love and I practice the rationOf beauty, that makes fidelity a passion