Beauty poems

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A Sincere Man Am I

© José Martí

A sincere man am I
From the land where palm trees grow,
And I want before I die
My soul's verses to bestow.

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To Jose Mar?a Palacio

© Antonio Machado

Palacio, good friend,

is spring there

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His Excuse for Loving

© Benjamin Jonson

Let it not your wonder move,


Less your laughter, that I love.

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Flattery

© Allama Muhammad Iqbal

My home if you come
That shall be my honor!
That ladder in the front
Will reach you to your friend

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Beauty Clear and Fair

© John Gould Fletcher

BEAUTY clear and fair,
Where the air
Rather like a perfume dwells;
Where the violet and the rose
Their blue veins and blush disclose,
And come to honour nothing else:

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Mortua Est

© Mihai Eminescu

Two candles, tall sentry, beside an earth mound,
A dream with wings broken that trail to the ground,
Loud flung from the belfry calamitous chime...
'Tis thus that you passed o'er the bound'ries of time.

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Idea XX: An evil spirit, your beauty, haunts me still

© Michael Drayton

An evil spirit, your beauty, haunts me still,

Wherewith, alas, I have been long possess'd,

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Summer

© John Clare

Come we to the summer, to the summer we will come,

For the woods are full of bluebells and the hedges full of bloom,

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400. Song-Lovely young Jessie

© Robert Burns

TRUE hearted was he, the sad swain o’ the Yarrow,

And fair are the maids on the banks of the Ayr;

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386. The Rights of Women-Spoken by Miss Fontenelle

© Robert Burns

WHILE Europe’s eye is fix’d on mighty things,
The fate of Empires and the fall of Kings;
While quacks of State must each produce his plan,
And even children lisp the Rights of Man;
Amid this mighty fuss just let me mention,
The Rights of Woman merit some attention.

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338. Song-My Tocher’s the Jewel

© Robert Burns

O MEIKLE thinks my luve o’ my beauty,

And meikle thinks my luve o’ my kin;

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322. Song-The Bonie Wee Thing

© Robert Burns

Chorus.—Bonie wee thing, cannie wee thing,
Lovely wee thing, wert thou mine,
I wad wear thee in my bosom,
Lest my jewel it should tine.

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277. Song-My Eppie Adair

© Robert Burns


BY love, and by beauty, by law, and by duty,
I swear to be true to my Eppie Adair!
By love, and by beauty, by law, and by duty,
I swear to be true to my Eppie Adair!
And O my Eppie, &c.

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275. Song-The Laddie’s dear sel’

© Robert Burns

THERE’S a youth in this city, it were a great pity
That he from our lassies should wander awa’;
For he’s bonie and braw, weel-favor’d witha’,
An’ his hair has a natural buckle an’ a’.

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237. Song-It is na, Jean, thy Bonie Face

© Robert Burns

IT is na, Jean, thy bonie face,
Nor shape that I admire;
Altho’ thy beauty and thy grace
Might weel awauk desire.

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The Two Doves

© Wright Elizur

Two doves once cherish'd for each other The love that brother hath for brother

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A Minor Chord

© Wratislaw Theodore William Graf

I shudder from your beauty

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145. Song-Yon Wild Mossy Mountains

© Robert Burns

YON wild mossy mountains sae lofty and wide,
That nurse in their bosom the youth o’ the Clyde,
Where the grouse lead their coveys thro’ the heather to feed,
And the shepherd tends his flock as he pipes on his reed.

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You Meaner Beauties Of The Night

© Sir Henry Wotton

You meaner beauties of the night, That poorly satisfy our eyesMore by your number than your light; You common people of the skies, What are you when the sun shall rise?

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To a Highland Girl

© William Wordsworth

Sweet Highland Girl, a very showerOf beauty is thy earthly dower!Twice seven consenting years have shedTheir utmost bounty on thy head:And these grey rocks; that household lawn;Those trees, a veil just half withdrawn;This fall of water that doth makeA murmur near the silent lake;This little bay; a quiet roadThat holds in shelter thy Abode--In truth together do ye seemLike something fashioned in a dream;Such Forms as from their covert peepWhen earthly cares are laid asleep!But, O fair Creature! in the lightOf common day, so heavenly bright,I bless Thee, Vision as thou art,I bless thee with a human heart;God shield thee to thy latest years!Thee, neither know I, nor thy peers;And yet my eyes are filled with tears