Beauty poems
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The Hawthorn Bower
© John Cunningham
Palemnon, in the hawthorn bower,
With fond impatience lay,
He counted every anxious hour
That stretch'd the tedious day.
On A Gentlewoman That Had Had The Small Poxe
© William Strode
A Beauty smoother than the Ivory playne
Late by the Poxe injuriously was slayne:
Twas not the Poxe: Love shott a thousand darts,
And made those pitts for graves to bury hearts:
But since that Beauty hath regaynde her light,
Those hearts are double slayne, it shines so bright.
Jean De Breboeuf
© Virna Sheard
As Jean de Breboeuf told his rosary
At sundown in his cell, there came a call!--
Clear as a bell rung on a ship at sea,
Breaking the beauty of tranquillity--
Down from the heart of Heaven it seemed to fall:
The Only Son
© Katharine Tynan
His mother died last year and yet
She wearied Heaven with fear and fret,
Wanting the son she left behind,
And God was patient, being kind.
Within and Without: Part I: A Dramatic Poem
© George MacDonald
Robert.
Head in your hands as usual! You will fret
Your life out, sitting moping in the dark.
Come, it is supper-time.
The Christening
© Caroline Norton
So let it be! and when the noble head
Of thy true-hearted father, babe beloved,
Now glossy dark, is silver-gray instead,
And thy young birth-day far away removed;
Still may'st thou be a comfort and a joy,--
Still welcome as this day, unconscious boy!
The Song Of Hiawatha XXI: The White Man's Foot
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
In his lodge beside a river,
Close beside a frozen river,
With My Beloved
© Rabia al Basri
With my Beloved I alone have been,
When secrets tenderer than evening airs
The Artist
© Madison Julius Cawein
In story books, when I was very young,
I knew you first, one of the Fairy Race;
Tirocinium; or, a Review of Schools
© William Cowper
It is not from his form, in which we trace
Strength join'd with beauty, dignity with grace,
Chamber Music
© John Jay Chapman
SILENCE: the sunset gilds the frozen ground,
But here within all's curtained; stands are set
In the wide salon where gilt chairs abound,
And eager listeners wait. The band is met
Whose tuning sheds a cheerful hum around:
Prophetic notes! The tapers brighten at the sound.
Love And Beauty: III: To A Fair Woman, Unsatisfied With Woman's Work
© Sydney Thompson Dobell
If Beauty is a name for visible Love,
And Love for Beauty in the conscious soul,
Words In The Night
© George MacDonald
I woke at midnight, and my heart,
My beating heart, said this to me:
The Three Pilgrims
© Archibald Lampman
In days, when the fruit of men's labour was sparing,
And hearts were weary and nigh to break,
A sweet grave man with a beautiful bearing
Came to us once in the fields and spake.
Distant Rainfall
© Robinson Jeffers
Like mourning women veiled to the feet
Tall slender rainstorms walk slowly against gray cloud along the
Beauty: [Notes for an unfinished poem]
© Wilfred Owen
The beautiful, the fair, the elegant,
Is that which pleases us, says Kant,
Without a thought of interest or advantage.
