So sweet the lyre, so musical the strain,
By which my suit, Belovëd! is expressed,
That, hearing them, no such indifferent breast
But welcomes Love and his delicious pain,
And opes to his innumerable train
Of sweet persuasions, lovely mysteries,
Brief angers, gentle reconcilements, sighs
And ardour unabash’d by proud disdain.
Yet, when I strive to sing what beauty dwells
Upon thy brow, so oft in scorn array’d,
My song upon the unworthy lips expires.
It must be loftier verse than mine that tells
Of loveliness like thine. My Muse, dismay’d,
Folds her weak wing and silently retires.
End of the poem
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- The Advice by Thomas Chatterton
- Robert Burns: Epistle To John Maxwell, ESQ., Of Terraughty : On His Birthday.
- Lover’s Gifts XLVIII: I Travelled the Old Road by Rabindranath Tagore
- Images by Mary Etta Metcalf
- Crouchin’ On The Outside by Shel Silverstein
- Lohengrin poem – Amy Levy poems | Poems and Poetry
- The Death Of Huss poem – Alfred Austin
- Омар Хайям – Если любишь, то стойко разлуку терпи
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- The First Thrush by Mary Gilmore
- Looking Across The Fields And Watching The Birds Fly by Wallace Stevens
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Duckduckgo.com – the alternative in the US
Quant.com – a search engine from France, and also an alternative, at least for Europe
Yandex – the Russian search engine (it’s probably the best search engine for image searches).
