Fairness Poems (7680 Poems)
Amoretti LXXIX: Men Call you Fair (Edmund Spenser Poems)
Men call you fair, and you do credit it, For that your self ye daily such do see: But the true fair, that is the gentle wit, And vertuous mind, is much more prais’d of me. For all the rest, … Continue reading
A Hymn In Honour Of Beauty (Edmund Spenser Poems)
Ah whither, Love, wilt thou now carry me? What wontless fury dost thou now inspire Into my feeble breast, too full of thee? Whilst seeking to aslake thy raging fire, Thou in me kindlest much more great desire, And up … Continue reading
Prothalamion (Edmund Spenser Poems)
Calm was the day, and through the trembling air Sweet-breathing Zephyrus did softly play A gentle spirit, that lightly did delay Hot Titan’s beams, which then did glister fair; When I (whom sullen care, Through discontent of my long fruitless … Continue reading
Amoretti XXII: This Holy Season (Edmund Spenser Poems)
This holy season, fit to fast and pray, Men to devotion ought to be inclin’d: Therefore I likewise on so holy day, For my sweet saint some service fit will find. Her temple fair is built within my mind, In … Continue reading
A Hymn Of Heavenly Beauty (Edmund Spenser Poems)
Rapt with the rage of mine own ravish’d thought, Through contemplation of those goodly sights, And glorious images in heaven wrought, Whose wondrous beauty, breathing sweet delights Do kindle love in high-conceited sprights; I fain to tell the things that … Continue reading
Ruins of Rome, by Bellay (Edmund Spenser Poems)
1 Ye heavenly spirits, whose ashy cinders lie Under deep ruins, with huge walls opprest, But not your praise, the which shall never die Through your fair verses, ne in ashes rest; If so be shrilling voice of wight alive … Continue reading
An Hymn Of Heavenly Beauty (Edmund Spenser Poems)
Rapt with the rage of mine own ravish’d thought, Through contemplation of those goodly sights, And glorious images in heaven wrought, Whose wondrous beauty, breathing sweet delights Do kindle love in high-conceited sprights; I fain to tell the things that … Continue reading
An Hymn In Honour Of Beauty (Edmund Spenser Poems)
AH whither, Love, wilt thou now carry me? What wontless fury dost thou now inspire Into my feeble breast, too full of thee? Whilst seeking to aslake thy raging fire, Thou in me kindlest much more great desire, And up … Continue reading
Thief of the Moon (Kenneth Slessor Poems)
Thief of the moon, thou robber of old delight, Thy charms have stolen the star-gold, quenched the moon- Cold, cold are the birds that, bubbling out of night, Cried once to my ears their unremembered tune- Dark are those orchards, … Continue reading
The Cremation Of Sam McGee (Robert William Service Poems)
There are strange things done in the midnight sun By the men who moil for gold; The Arctic trails have their secret tales That would make your blood run cold; The Northern Lights have seen queer sights, But the queerest … Continue reading