Beauty poems
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A Poem On The Last Day - Book II
© Edward Young
Now man awakes, and from his silent bed,
Where he has slept for ages, lifts his head;
Shakes off the slumber of ten thousand years,
And on the borders of new worlds appears.
Whate'er the bold, the rash adventure cost,
In wide Eternity I dare be lost.
Hero And Leander: The Second Sestiad
© Christopher Marlowe
By this, sad Hero, with love unacquainted,
Viewing Leander's face, fell down and fainted.
As Celia With Her Sparrow Playd
© Thomas Parnell
As Celia with her Sparrow playd
She took a glass unseen
Le Balcon
© Lord Alfred Douglas
Mere des souvenirs, mattresses des mattresses
Mother of Memories! O mistress-queen !
Oh ! all my joy and all my duty thou !
The beauty of caresses that have been,
The evenings and the hearth remember now,
Mother of Memories! O mistress-queen !
The Cry
© Katharine Lee Bates
MULTITUDINOUS the cry beating on the smokeveiled sky.
Since the first war-wrath burst on immortal Belgium,
Dion [See Plutarch]
© William Wordsworth
Serene, and fitted to embrace,
Where'er he turned, a swan-like grace
The Ghost - Book IV
© Charles Churchill
Coxcombs, who vainly make pretence
To something of exalted sense
Peruvian Tales: Aciloe, Tale V
© Helen Maria Williams
Character of ZAMOR , a bard-His passion for ACILOE , daughter of the Cazique who rules the valley-The Peruvian tribe prepare to defend themselves-A battle-The PERUVIANS are vanquished-ACILOE'S father is made a prisoner, and ZAMOR is supposed to have fallen in the engagement-ALPHONSO becomes enamoured of ACILOE -Offers to marry her-She rejects him-In revenge he puts her father to the torture-She appears to consent, in order to save him-Meets ZAMOR in a wood-LAS CASAS joins them-Leads the two lovers to ALPHONSO , and obtains their freedom-ZAMOR conducts ACILOE and her father to Chili-A reflection on the influence of Poetry over the human mind.
Monument Mountain
© William Cullen Bryant
Thou who wouldst see the lovely and the wild
Mingled in harmony on Nature's face,
Ascend our rocky mountains. Let thy foot
Fail not with weariness, for on their tops
A Revery
© Katherine Philips
DEATH is a leveller; beauty and kings,
And conquerours, and all those glorious things,
On the Prospect of Peace
© Thomas Tickell
To the Lord Privy Seal
Contending kings, and fields of death, too long
Sleep And Poetry
© John Keats
As I lay in my bed slepe full unmete
Was unto me, but why that I ne might
Rest I ne wist, for there n'as erthly wight
[As I suppose] had more of hertis ese
Than I, for I n'ad sicknesse nor disese. ~ Chaucer
La Solitude De St. Amant /La Solitude A Alcidon /
© Katherine Philips
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O! Solitude, my sweetest choice
Places devoted to the night,
Remote from tumult, and from noise,
Written In A Young Lady's Album
© Johann Christoph Friedrich Von Schiller
Sweet friend, the world, like some fair infant blessed,
Radiant with sportive grace, around thee plays;
To a Friend
© Kenneth Slessor
ADAM, because on the mind's roads
Your mouth is always in a hurry,
Because you know odes
And ways to make a curry,
Private Property
© Aldous Huxley
Like fauns embossed in our domain,
We look abroad, and our calm eyes
Mark how the goatish gods of pain
Revel; and if by grim surprise
They break into our paradise,
Patient we build its beauty up again.
Sonnet XXIX: The Moonstar
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Lady, I thank thee for thy loveliness,
Because my lady is more lovely still.
Spear Thistle
© John Clare
Where the broad sheepwalk bare and brown
[Yields] scant grass pining after showers,
And winds go fanning up and down
The little strawy bents and nodding flowers,
There the huge thistle, spurred with many thorns,
The suncrackt upland's russet swells adorns.
